Today I was used as target practice.
Even though it was my day to sleep in, I awoke fifteen minutes earlier than I would on a regular day, to go and play racquetball with Boston and Pocho.
Racquetball, on a good day, requires coordination and focus.
At 7:15 AM, most human beings possess none of these qualities.
This particular group of girls never possessed it to begin with.
So you can see why our early morning excursion to the gym was practical, nor beneficial to our health.
We started off well enough, for a morning. But it wasn't long before a line drive from Boston hit me square in the calf.
A few minutes later, a lovely smash from, again, Boston, hit me in the scapula.
While Boston was apologizing for her errant display of ball handling, a hit from Pocho rebounded off of my patella.
Needless to say, I have a nice collection of bruises that would rival any person, even if they did bounce down a gravel hill, or box against Muhammad Ali.
1 comment:
Hahahahahaha there must be a some sort of pull between you and the ball because its not just with them that you get hit by the ball :)
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