The Art of a Nervous Person

Badminton was my high school sport. I used to think, if I'm not trying hard, am I even really trying? Now I allow for the marshmallow fluff of goofing around. My sister played too. We still pose some trouble at doubles to lose ourselves when the world is stupid and a volley swift as Cupid's arrow. The art game played with long-handled rackets. As in many sports, there were lessons that applied off the court, vigilance, preparation, ready position, turn, racket back. Who doesn't want to react faster to the shot of her opponent? The way a game can compress time is a kind of interstellar magic. Here we are