Racquetball Report #4: TERRY TRIED TO KILL ME!!!11!one!!1

Artist's rendition of the recent John v. Terry racquetball match.

An artist tries to recreate the scene of the attack.

Thanks in large part to these racquetball blog posts, Terry (Lisa’s father) has expressed an interest in playing together when he came out to help with Lisa’s chemo recovery. “How nice,” thought I, “a little guy bonding with my quasi-kinda-father-in-law. Surely great strides in mutual understanding and respect will result from this adventure. Why, in the afterglow of the manly rites of physical contest, we might just come to see one another as family!”

History is rife with stories of fathers who disapprove of their daughters’ choice of mate. They’ve imprisoned the daughters, smothered them, had the men assassinated or transported to Australia… but never, NEVER, has a father tried to cause a fatal brain hemorrhage with a well-placed racquetball.


Ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad. :D

We went to Bally’s and hit a few warm up shots, then I graciously (graciously!) allowed him to serve. Well. His first few hits were no great shakes, and in fairly short order I was up by a handful of points and I was starting to go easy on my serve; no reason to embarrass the guy, I figure. Well well well well well… turns out, he just had to get adjusted to the difference in equipment between racquetball (with which he has minimal experience) and squash (which he has played twice a week for 30 years). Even as he still missed shots, it became clear that he had no problems at all getting to the ball, nor with hitting wickedly-difficult-to-return shots of his own. He kept the score within four or so as we climbed up towards 15.

Then WHAM! I get pegged in the ear. I drop to the floor, trying hard not to frighten nearby children with the classic Eastern European blasphemies that I’m rightly famous for. I shake it off and, although I still can’t hear out of that ear and my equilibrium is roughly the same as a 250-pound infant’s, I finish out the first game, 15-11 or so. We pause for water, then he serves up the second game. By now, he’s really getting his sea legs under him (and, of course, blood is slowly filling my eye sockets, making it difficult to see). The score stays closer, although I lead by a point or two for most of it, but around the 11-point mark he takes control and closes me out 15-12.

Despite my survival instincts screaming at me to hide in a tree somewhere, we will play again on Saturday. I still can’t hear properly out of my right ear. Pray for me.

1 thought on “Racquetball Report #4: TERRY TRIED TO KILL ME!!!11!one!!1

  1. Rena

    I think that’s one of the funniest sports stories I’ve ever read! Sorry, I meant to say that I am impressed with your athletic accomplishments and fierce competitiveness. And I will keep you in my thoughts on Saturday. ;)

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