absolutely smashing

i've taken up weekly rounds of badminton with my teammates as part of a fitness regimen to stave off the effects of desk work, business trips, and free coffee. after our third session, i've come to the realization that although the sport itself is enjoyable and [happily] physically challenging, the rules governing the game appear to have been penned by idle and possibly intoxicated wig-wearing aristocrats. once again, the introduction of specifics has succeeded in reducing an otherwise spirited display of athleticism to a rather trite foul-hunt.

frankly, it strikes me as counter-functional that there is only one accepted method of initially projecting the shuttlecock over the net, or that a miss on the opponents' part only guarantees a point if it's your service [which can make for a suddenly titanic difference in points]. i say if the birdie hits the floor, you deserve tangible kudos; people who think otherwise may need to update their definitions of the words "hobby" and "exercise", or else admit that in a mismatched game, the idea of the underdog even gaining service is a frustratingly unsporting joke.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 11:21 PM