Squash... my EGO.

It's official. Rodd schooled me in squash tonight. This was possibly the most frusterating and embarrassing display of athletic ability ever. On my part at least. And to rub salt on the wound a little, he was dead tired... complaining he had no energy. Let's just say that me being the over competitive crazy: didn't take it so well. But, after half an hour. I was cooled off and I didn't want to beat up Rodd for beating me anymore. Despite my bitter display tonight, I really do love this sport. We both, however, did not love the $40 parking ticket graced on the windshield of the car after. A great price to pay for a game of squash. When I get back some confidence... perhaps I will contemplate asking for a rematch. Possibly. I will also eagerly accept a challenge from anyone else. As long as you promise not to beat me. Deal?