Friday, July 9, 2010

Thoughts from the racquetball court

Had the chance to play some racquetball last night. Here are a few things I learned while running around a small room chasing a bouncing ball.
  • Don't know if you've ever seen the guys who play racquetball all of the time, but I don't think I want to ever fit the normal. The usual player appears to be somewhere between 55 to 70 (I at least have a few years before I reach the minimum age requirement). He usually appears to be pregnant or have a beer belly. Seems to have hit the jackpot on braces as he will have at least one and more likely three or four - one for each knee and elbow. Has a sporty headband for his bald head and appears to be about ready to collapse at any given point. Also he will be extremely sweaty even though he doesn't appear to run at all during the game. Optional that they talk a lot about politics (Chris this may be your sport in the future).
  • Now that being said, they can absolutely kill me in racquetball most of the time. They have perfected the shot that barely touches the front wall and then just dies (a kill shot for those who don't know the term). They stand in one place and direct the ball with great accuracy. Now if they have to take more than two step for the ball, I've got a chance. Matter of fact we were given one of those compliments last night that isn't really a compliment (you know, one of those comments like you aren't nearly as fat as I thought you were going to be). We were told we had a lot of energy to run around and keep the ball in play. Translation - you can't hit a kill shot if your life depended on it. At least it sounded nice when he told us that we sucked.
  • Momentum during the game can swing quickly. You can go on a streak and win 7 or 8 points in row and then it just disappears. You can't hit two winners in a row and no points are won by either of you. Or the other player seems to be able to hit serves that all of sudden you can't hit back to the front wall. A little like life. One moment everything is sailing along beautifully and then life is totally out of control. Seems to happen quickly and turns on one small event. Also we often have the tendency to run around in circles chasing the unimportant instead of just staying in the center and waiting on the ball.
  • Things that look very similar are often very different. I also like to play tennis. It also involves using a racquet to hit a ball on the court, but they are two totally different games. Tennis depends on your swing and you use your entire arm. Racquetball is a game of small adjustments and depends on your wrist action. In tennis the ball is coming straight at you (most of the time anyway), whereas in racquetball in can come from many different directions. Tennis you have the net to hit it over. Racquetball requires hitting it off of four different walls. They look similar but are two totally different sports. Sometimes I wonder if we get other things mixed up because they look similar on the outside, but really they are quite different when you take the time to look at them more closely.
  • Oh, and in case you were wondering. I won two of the three games. Also my shoulder is sore today. Wonder when I can start wearing some of those braces?

Hope you have a fantastic weekend! Next week will be quite on here as we are off to play for the week at Shlitterbahn and to visit Shamu.

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