Alright, let’s talk about my little brush with Cayirova basketball. It wasn’t exactly planned, you know.
I found myself in Çayırova for a bit, completely unexpected. Had some time to kill, lots of it actually. Heard some noise from a local court one afternoon, sounded like a game. So, I figured, why not? Went over to check it out.
What I Saw
It was… well, it was basketball. Bunch of guys playing, pretty intense actually. Not like professional or anything, just local folks really going at it. The court itself wasn’t fancy. Lines were faded, one hoop looked a bit wonky. But they were playing hard.
- Energy: Lots of shouting, fast breaks. They definitely cared about the game.
- Setup: Very basic. Just the court, a few people watching from the side. No refs, just calling their own fouls, mostly.
- Players: Seemed like a mix of ages, just whoever showed up, I guess.
I watched for maybe an hour. It was raw, you know? Just pure streetball style. Nothing organized, just the love of the game pushing them.
How I Ended Up There
Now, you’re probably thinking, why Çayırova? Good question. It boils down to a work thing that went totally sideways. I was sent there for what was supposed to be a quick two-week project review. Some technical consulting gig for a factory nearby.
Long story short: the company messed up big time. The contact person wasn’t there, the paperwork was wrong, nobody knew why I was there. Classic corporate blunder. My own office back home? Useless. Just told me to “wait for instructions.” Right.
So there I was, stuck in a small hotel room in Çayırova, miles from anywhere interesting, with absolutely nothing to do. For days. The project was dead in the water, but they wouldn’t fly me back yet. Said it might get sorted “soon.” Yeah, I heard that one before.
I started walking around just to not go crazy staring at the four walls. Explored the area, which didn’t take long. That’s when I stumbled upon that basketball game. It was just… something happening. Something real in the middle of all that corporate nonsense and waiting around.
Honestly, watching those guys play was one of the few highlights of that whole stupid trip. It beat sitting in the hotel lobby pretending to work on my laptop.
So yeah, Cayirova basketball. For me, it wasn’t about some team or league. It was just a random court, some passionate players, and a welcome distraction when my job basically abandoned me for a week. That’s my story with it. Just a moment in time, really.
