racquetball as performance art

It's a damn good thing that I can pose in strange positions while avoiding being hit by the ball - because I sure can't hit it that well.

Racquetball with Michele, while always fun, takes on comic levels when I find myself ducking and protecting myself instead of hitting the ball back. Or waiting with my shoulders raised to my ears and my teeth clenched to see if the ball hit the front wall. Or fumbling with the ball when it hits my body proper rather than my racquet.

Why this picture, you ask? The Scream by Edvard Munch (Norwegian, not Dutch, sorry). Because this is an awful lot like what I look like while playing racquetball. Just picture a wall there to my left in which I'm trying to blend and there you have me.

All I can hope is that Lindy doesn't have videocameras set up in the racquetball courts - because he could so blackmail me.