I played two games of racquetball with Andrew today; it was the first time that I'd played in about two months, and I'm really starting to feel it at the moment. It's not a bad kind of sore, but it definitely reminds me that I need to play more often. It's not so much a matter of getting my two regular r-ball buddies to play more often, but rather getting even more of my friends in on the game. I hope to do that during the slightly-more-chill pace of this coming summer.
Oh, and if you're wondering, we split a two-game series, with Andrew taking the first one, 21-19, while I prevailed in the second one, 22-20 (if you end up tied at "game point"--which is 20--you have to win by two). We've always been matched really well, so the games get pretty intense at times.
I've noted before that racquetball is the perfect musician's workout, because it covers so many different muscle groups, and you don't have to do it every day for it to be beneficial. True, there is that thing about being careful to not break anything, but beyond that slight risk, it's quite a bit of fun.
A wild trip home from Chili's: Right before we played today, Andrew told me a crazy story of an encounter with a drunk, belligerent (and, for a moment, wrong-way) driver that he, his girlfriend and a friend of theirs had last night. His girfriend, a.k.a. fellow music teacher/blogger Ms. Worley, posted her account today.
Flipping society the bird, in a way: A guy in Pittsburgh goes to court to try and have obscene gestures given free-speech protection.
Weird science: Will someone swim more slowly in syrup than in water? The results may surprise you, and the study earned the researcher an Ig Nobel Award. Other winning topics include Salmonella Excretion in Joy-Riding Pigs, An Analysis of the Forces Required to Drag Sheep Over Various Surfaces, and The Effect of Country Music on Suicide (my personal favorite).