Some of you may have figured out by now that a friend and I have taken up weekly raquetball matches. It's a little hard on the body given I haven't really played since high-school, a solid six years past. There was a time when I'd play 3 or 4 times a week. It started out simple matches at an outdoor handball court across from house with my step-dad. I'm fairly certain I've never actually won a match against him to this day. If nothing else it's a good way to the learn the humility of defeat. Once we moved it indoors I began playing other friends. One such friend, whom I haven't spoken with in about 5 years, and I would have marathon matches decided by 2 or three points that would leave us on the floor trying to catch every little gasp of air that happened by. Those days, however, are long gone and my body has many more miles. After a few light matches I find my hip a little sore and my knees disgruntled. Curse you age!

Today's Matches: 21-9; 21-8; 21-2