Thursday, August 19, 2010

Racquetball or Racket ball

My family has been on a short vacation. We've lazed around, indulged in the water, and turned a bright shade of red--even after repeated applications of 50 block sunscreen. Seriously, shouldn't that be like wearing a lead shirt? How can you burn through that? But anyway, we also played racket ball. I know some of you out there are shaking your heads and tisking away at my spelling. It might sound something like this:

"Racket ball? Doesn't she know how to spell? I thought she wanted to be a writer. Good Grief!" Accompanied by much head shaking and eye rolling.

But, I've officially re-named racquetball racket ball. Webster be darned. Why? Because it's loud. And because I think there was a bit of cheating involved in our game. And because I can. Here is a play-by-play of my very first ever game of racket ball.

Hubby: Do you want to play racquetball? (He spells it the old way because he is unenlightened.)

Me: Um. Is that the thing like tennis but in a small, stuffy room?

Hubby: Yes. It's fun.

Me: Define fun.

Hubby: I--

Me cutting him off: Never mind. My dad used to play that. He came home with fist-sized bruises. That doesn't sound fun to me.

Hubby: You won't get bruises.

Me: This involves a ball, right?

Hubby nodding.

Me nodding, too: Right. Bruises. Cramps. Ice packs. Crutches. Need I go on? (Can you guess my past brilliance at sports? Yup. I'm that good.)

Hubby handing me a racquet: It will be fun.

Me staring at racket: What do I do with this?

Hubby: Hit the ball.

Me ducking for cover as blue ball pings and boings around the room: You do realize you married a girl? A non sporty kind of girl?

Hubby smiling: Well, I do hope so. The girl part I mean.

Here's the crazy thing. It was fun. I don't think I even got bruised. Sore, yes, but it was so worth it. Now, this might seem like a small thing--me playing racket ball--but it's not. You see, I stink at sports. All of them. That whole hand-eye coordination thing never happened to me. Ever. But last night, I hit the ball.

More than once. And now I want my own racket ball court. Too bad that won't be happening. Sigh. But a girl can dream can't she?

What new things have you tried lately?


Jenilyn Tolley said...

I canned peaches the other day, which I've never done before. My mom had some ripe peaches, so I went over to help her and to learn how to do it. Apparently I have dreadful luck because if there was a bug in it, I found it. If there was a greener peach, I was the one trying to peel it. My parents laughed at me, but what do they expect--they're both statisticians so the odds are all stacked against me!

LeishaMaw said...

I love peaches! Now I want to drop everything and run to a farmer's market to get some. Yum!

Jonene Ficklin said...

I didn't try it, but I watched a crazy water fight at our family reunion between my teenage nieces, nephews and children. What is weird is that they actually enjoyed being hunted, doused, getting revenge, then starting the whole cycle over again.

But I have tried racket ball (I think you hit it on the nose there - and love the echoes,too) and it was fun and I did get bruises and I was sore. But at least in a tiny room with a ball pinging around, I was able to hit the ball, too.

Great story!

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