As a child I liked nothing better than watching my brother play soccer with the other neighborhood kids. As soon as I was old enough, I asked if I could join and was given the role of goalkeeper. When the first ball came flying towards me, I duct for safety. I was fired on the spot.
A few years later I dated a volleyball player. He called me his lucky charm and for the next important game, he asked me to come along. I liked the guy, so I agreed. Fifteen minutes into the game I felt tired and bored and closed my eyes for a bit. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a bloody nose. They say, “If you snooze you lose” … but for me it was more a case of … you snooze and you don’t see the ball coming that’s about to hit you in the face.
Another boyfriend was a tennis enthusiast. That I knew nothing about the game didn’t deter him, he would teach me. And what can I say, it was the most exhausting, frustrating game I ever played. I ran all over the court without hitting anything, and the one time the ball actually did make contact with my racquet, it knocked the racquet clean out of my hand.
While on holiday in Italy I was introduced to the game of foosball. I was actually quite good at that game, and together with a partner defeated my opponents. Unfortunately, I became a little too enthusiastic, spun my little foosball player too fierce and knocked the ball off the table. The ball went flying and landed in a man’s glass of beer. Talk of a million to one shot!
I’ve only played mini golf once in my life and once was enough because it turned out to be a very expensive affair. If you think a game of mini golf only costs about $10, think again, in my case it cost $500. Near the end of the game, I couldn’t get the ball in the hole you see. Frustrated with the darn little thing I wacked it and it went flying. Seconds later I heard the sound of breaking glass … in this case the side window of a car.
A reverend introduced me to the game of bowling. I must say, I was rather afraid of the game. Knowing the damage I had cause with little balls, what was going to happen when handed a big, heavy ball. Surprisingly, nothing bad happened that night, nor in all the years that I have played since. Touch wood though, because with me you never know.
And so now I’m going to try my hand at ping pong. I’m not worried, after all, how much damage can such a small, featherweight ball do?
I’ll keep you posted of my progress.