I\u2019m really unsure of how the following is relevant. Maybe it\u2019s not. Please know it is not meant to be disrespectful of anyone\u00a0 \u2014 nor is my experience meant to equate to anyone else’s truth. We have that problem these days… equating individual experience with everyone else’s truth.<\/p>\n
Nonetheless, I\u2019ve remembered this often. It is true…<\/p>\n
As longtime readers of the Intramuralist will attest, throughout my life I\u2019ve been a pretty good athlete. My knees are a little slower now\u2026 perhaps also my eye in striking the ball as forcefully\u2026 but as close friends will acknowledge, one may still have met their match in me on the Top Golf, Wii bowling, or backyard-any-sport circuit. Thank God for the smaller backyard-any-sport circuit. Those competitive juices remain.<\/p>\n
In college, arguably, I hit my prime. In fact, as inspired the mantra for this blog, you\u2019ll note I used to enter pretty much each and every intramural competition.\u00a0And I\u2019d do great! <\/i>\u2026 that is, until I met the one who had played that<\/i> particular sport their entire (doggone it)<\/em> life\u2026<\/p>\n Weightlifting, racquetball, tennis\u2026<\/p>\n Ping pong or a semi-friendly game of H-O-R-S-E\u2026<\/p>\n And badminton. Yes, badminton.<\/p>\n I was an excellent badminton player. In my distinguished D1 school, I took one P.E. class each semester; it was a physical outlet \u2014 my relief \u2014 often in the midst of a demanding academic course load. One semester I took badminton. Friends, I was really, really good.<\/i><\/p>\n One of my dear friends at the time was a young man who grew up in Southeast Asia. The son of a prominent politician, Erwin was afforded multiple, far-reaching opportunities. One of those was growing up playing the equivalent of AAU (the Amateur Athletic Union) <\/i>on the select, badminton, Asia-Pacific circuit. Erwin was excellent at what he did.<\/p>\n Thus, as close and competitive as we were, in between classes and conversations and doing life together, he mandated I meet him on the badminton court.<\/p>\n Timelessly, he would say, \u201cAnn, hit it here!\u201d<\/i> \u2026 and we would not leave the court until twenty times in a row, I could hit that frickin\u2019, feeble little shuttlecock into a 0.76m x 0.46m space in the midst of a competitive match. Twenty times in a row.<\/i><\/p>\n Erwin drove me crazy.<\/p>\n He also made me <\/i>good.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n During our actual class, the course cumulated in an end-of-semester tournament. It was a co-ed, single elimination, best of 3 games tournament. Per the official rules, \u201cEach game is played to 21 points, with players scoring a point whenever they win a rally regardless of whether they served. A match is the best of three games.\u201d The tournament was a series of those three games.<\/p>\n I sailed through my side of the bracket. On the other side, there was a young man named \u201cBrent,\u201d who equally sailed through his. Brent was on scholarship; he played on our university tennis team \u2014 playing men\u2019s singles #1 or #2. So the showdown was set\u2026 the finals\u2026 Brent vs. me.<\/p>\n Oh, my\u2026 <\/i>what a wonderful match that it was\u2026 back and forth\u2026 back and forth. The more we played, the more the crowd paid attention. It was a fierce, well-played, competitive match. I was giving everything I had. So was he!<\/p>\n I won game 1. He won game 2. I won\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n Well, therein lies the problem\u2026 well, sort of a problem.<\/p>\n This badminton match was one of the best sporting events I have ever been involved in \u2014 certainly the best individually. I played great. He played great. It was back-and-forth and totally competitive\u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n For years I have sincerely shared this story, telling of one of my most awesome wins.<\/p>\n But here\u2019s the God-honest truth\u2026<\/p>\n I actually can\u2019t remember if I won or not. I know I played great. I know he played great. I remember the looks on the faces of those around us, astonished by what transpired\u2026 here this scholarshipped tennis player\u2026 and me, this seemingly athletic nobody.<\/p>\n I can\u2019t actually recount this story and scenario in all accuracy. I can only, authentically share how I felt. I remember how I felt.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n For me, it was awesome. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n This was 30 years ago. It was a wonderful, incredible day. My point is that sometimes feelings are more prominent than details. Tough story. I get it. But true.<\/p>\n Respectfully\u2026<\/p>\n AR<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I\u2019m really unsure of how the following is relevant. Maybe it\u2019s not. Please know it is not meant to be disrespectful of anyone\u00a0 \u2014 nor is my experience meant to equate to anyone else’s truth. We have that problem these days… equating individual experience with everyone else’s truth. Nonetheless, I\u2019ve remembered this often. It is … <\/p>\n
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\nI know, I know\u2026 some still think it\u2019s the backyard game of birdies, barbecue, and those tiny little shuttlecocks. But to me it was so much more. I kid you not\u2026<\/p>\n