I am pretty good.
In general I don't typically like to honk my own horn, but freaking BEEP BEEP cause I can hold my own when it comes to this game.
I am all over the courts like a fat kid on a cupcake.
It's not a sport I take lightly.
Needless to say I noticed on Thursday, Corey and I had an audience.
It consisted of the two Hispanic gentleman who had been playing next to us and some random pregnant girl.
I lost the first game 15-14. Okay whatever, there's always the next game.
If you're not first, you're last. I understand this saying but that was a pretty close game.
Corey earned every point he scored. I fought a good fight.
As we left the court for our intermission drinks, we were approached by one of Corey's adoring fans. It was one of the gentleman from the next court over.
"Hey man. My buddy wants to play you after you're done with her." He says to Corey.
About a billion comebacks entered my awesome brain. I bit my tongue. After he's done with me? Are you kidding?
"Oh okay. I only won by 1 point though. I think we're going to play a second game. Maybe some cut throat after that? " Corey replied.
Yeah that's right. I thought to myself. One point. I will show you some cut throat. Would you really like to start busting out the stereotypes sir? I don't think so. I am a girl. I can play racquetball. Get over yourself.
We then played our second game. The final score was 15-6. I won. Don't challenge a Garrett sir. Hello. My Grandpa is Lou Gehring. Racquetball extraordinaire.
I deserved that win. I left my heart on the court that night.
I told Corey I didn't want to embarrass them when I dominated. They could play on their own if he wanted.
I left the court. Glared at our remaining audience of one. Thought to myself, go easy sir. I just wiped the floor with him.
