ass whoopin’

In my weekly racquetball match with Dean, I got my tail handed to me on a silver platter. Dean won 15-5, 15-6. Holy crap.

I think it’s because the air conditioning wasn’t turned on in the courts, leading me to sweat more than normal, causing my grip on the racket to suffer. I had many shots where I just didn’t feel I was holding my racket very solidly. Whew, at least there’s a reason for my loss; couldn’t be that Dean was just better than me today.

(Last week Dean was out of town so we didn’t play. Lucky for him.)