Friday, January 13, 2006

Nothing like a little R and R

Men are fierce when it comes to sports. Full-contact, bone crushing, no girls allowed, sports are what we live for. There are all types of manly sports...football...soccer...rugby...EXTREME racketball. Check out ESPN Ocho and you too can see the blood and sweat going into extreme racketball.

Ok so I lied. There is no organized sport called extreme racketball. There is also no such station as ESPN Ocho, but it's gaining popularity in the alleys and local gyms where you are. Or, mostly it's just a game the roommates and I came up with. Here's the scoop.

There are three people living in the Hostel (knickname of the house), we all like racketball, you're only suppose to have two people playing at a time, we have an affinity for breaking the rules or adapting rules to encompass our intentions, blend all of that together and bake on high for a hour. Let cool for 4 seconds and you have a kick butt sport.

Actually it's a game that rotates scoring positions, and therefore, at any given time pits two players against one. Drew has the advantage as having played NCAA tennis, oh yeah, and being like eight feet tall. Long arms, long legs, yeah, he sucks...at life, but not racketball. The game is fast paced and fun. There is also the added bonus of being potentially dangerous. Getting zinged with a small blue ball traveling 80 feet per second hurts when you are ten feet from your opponent.

We play mostly for exercise, but I swear we end up burning more calories from laughing at each other than the physical activity. Today I laughed to extent where I was almost falling on the ground incompasitated. This fit of laughter came at a particular dashing dive equal to that of giraffe on ice, with the end result in some one getting hit with the ball. Demented it seems, but hilarious it always is. By the way R and R, for those who still don't get it. Roomates and Racketball.

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