It's been a while since I bored you all with handball stories... If you're not into that, read this instead.
I woke up this morning with back pain. Perhaps it was because handball has been, as they say, "F*ing Metal!" lately. The regular players (Herr Doktor, Vanilla Fresh, Flynn, and myself) have all improved dramatically. There is an insane amount of spin on most serves. There is heroic diving for the low, short kill shots. There are floor burns to knees and elbows. There is serious sprinting to retrieve the long "fly kills," and back wall turnarounds that hit the front wall at warp speeds. In short, we have improved to the point that we are now pretty well killing each other every time we play.
Some highlights of the past week's games...
-Flynn dove for a shot, missed, and ended up landing on the ball. It was trapped under his throat - gave him a bruise and a sore throat for several days.
-Doktor Smith dashed to the left for a low midcourt return, and forgot to stop before he got to the wall. He hit it so hard with his left side that I clearly heard his teeth clack together. He recovered and finished the game in good style, but he definitely got his bell rung pretty solidly.
-I dove for a shot down front on the right side, missed, landed on my right side, and slid into the right wall back first. Wouldn't have been too bad if my head hadn't hit the wall too. I jumped right up, but within about 30 seconds, I knew I was a bit more hurt than I had originally thought. I'm still not sure what I did to myself, but it wasn't a good thing.
-Flynn slid to a shot on his right arm, giving himself a bloody floor burn. Still scabbed over as of this morning.
-I went into yesterday's game with a scabby floor burn on my right knee from a previous game. (Yeah, that's my knee over to the left.) Early on in our best of five doubles set, I dropped to my knees to make a quick return and tore it open. I left blood spots and smears on the floor for the remaining three and a half games... and I didn't notice until someone pointed it out, and even then I didn't care. The games were that good.
God DAMN I love me some handball! Can I get an AMEN?!
Handball continues to ROCK!
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OUCHIES!!! dammit you boys play some full contact handball.
I'm one of those wifey types to treat and bandage all the scrapes, and missing flesh with a teeny worried look on her face.
Then i ask if you're ok and if your ouchies are oozing or large i make a wincing face while treating. Usually i don't try to offer advice of abstaining from bodily harm because it never does much good.
I applaud your womanly restraint;so many of the women in my life have tried to talk me out of my violent/dangerous/painful hobbies. You are absolutely right - trying to talk me out of such activities never works. Far better to either take on the caregiver role as you described, or at least to just ignore and tolerate such behavior from the men in your life. As they say, boys will be boys, and If I'm not cut, scraped, burned, strained, or limping, it's been a very dull week... :)
Thursday's handball sessions was EPIC! I'll give you two AMEN'S and a PRAISE JEBUS!
Glad to hear everyone is tending to their wounds.
I'd still love to see some Video of these matches...
We are working on that... Handball is very hard to capture, and the university's courts do not have an observation area. The person wielding the camera (the crazy-brave G-Fresh) has to actually get in the court with us - which is just plain dangerous. Despite these obstacles, we hope to have some footage in the no too distant future...
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