Two Wednesdays ago, T convinced me to try playing squash for the first time at the Impala Club. And I have to say, I think it's my new favorite sport. That's not to say that I'm any good though. I seriously think my hand-eye-coordination is directly correlated with the size of the ball... and if you haven't ever seen a squash ball before, it's pretty damn small, and therefore bad news for my chances of ever winning a match. I grew up playing soccer, basketball, and even a little volleyball, which despite being many years out of practice, I could still give a decent performance in if need be. But squash on the other hand, I couldn't make two good serves in a row if my life depended on it and my backhand will never be more than a danger to myself. Nevertheless, I'm diggin' it. I mean what's not to love about running around an empty room, wildly swinging a racquet in hopes of smashing a tiny rubber ball against the walls? It's just the kind of madness I crave.
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