I’ve recently moved back into playing racquetball after many years of being away from it. I’m on the courts twice a week, either playing or doing drills. My goal is to improve my speed and reaction time, something I feel I’ve always been lacking, being a bigger-built guy.
Racquetball is very fun, very exciting, great cardio exercise, and fantastic stress relief. There is nothing quite like smashing that ball and making ridiculously loud, echoing noises as it smashes against the walls and ceiling of the enclosed court.
The weird aspect are the racquetball players themselves. They’re a strange breed. They’re addicted to the sport like crack addicts.
Many times I’ll be in a court by myself doing drills, and some random guy will see me and just walk into my court completely uninvited. With a wild look in his eye, he’ll say, “Hey! Wanna play? Play a few rounds? It’ll be fun! It’ll be fun! I just…ya know…I just need to swing a racquet around…ya know???”
The guy’s eyes will be bugging out of his skull and his hands will be shaking. Literally like an addict looking for his next fix. When I say, “Alright, just a quick game or two,” the guy’s entire facial expression and body languages does a “Oh, thank GOD!”. And then we play, he gets his fix, and I get my ass kicked. (I’m still a beginner.)
This happens all the time. It’s the damndest thing. It’s fascinating how certain sports attract certain types of personalities.
Although I am now a racquetball player myself…not sure what that says about me.