C* looked at me wide-eyed as I took out my racquet from the overhang-cupboard. And he kindly said I should spare the trouble of shuttling my old racquet between the office and the court. Behind those message is that my old tool should be retired.
Accompanying that though, was not any snide sneers. He did not stop at simply making remarks. Instead, he whipped out his own other racquet from his bag and said I could play with it instead.
I think I am mixing with a really nice crowd. =)
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
19-September-2012
I play the badminton using my old ProKennex that is almost of antique value, and in my reactive intuition that had the better players shake their heads in a mix of amusement and dismay. While I think the guys will avoid playing any games with me (and the girls), T* came over to join in the game, and patiently taught me how I should be holding the racquet, where I should stand, to backpaddle quick, and how I should swing so as to give the shuttlecock more power.
Even as I attempt in exasperation to follow his guidance - the intuitive reactions in the way of vexing consciousness - I was grateful within for the willing heart and patience to attempt a challenge akin to teaching the oaf how to balance on a rope. Heh.
Even as I attempt in exasperation to follow his guidance - the intuitive reactions in the way of vexing consciousness - I was grateful within for the willing heart and patience to attempt a challenge akin to teaching the oaf how to balance on a rope. Heh.
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