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.
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