The ball was moving alarmingly fast at first; I never see basketballs moving at that speed. But soon I had the concepts down, and my mind adjusted to the ball's velocity.
I dove more than I think is usual for common racquetballers, judging by the chuckles I could hear from the peanut-gallery. I think the floor is what threw me off. It resembles a basketball court. The resemblance spurred basketball habits into action. I dove at every ball, always continuing the play until the 'ref' blows the whistle (there was no referee). However, my old habits were on one specific play.
With the ball speeding down the wall, I dove. I was so concentrated on the little blue ball that I didn't notice the huge white wall. I splattered across it like a bug on a windshield, moving too fast to control the impact. I missed the ball, and felt sheepish. ::chuckle chuckle again from the crowd::
I walked away from losing the game with the 'old-mule' satisfaction that I had played hard. Next time I'll be that much better.
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