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Show tfc^*4®^/coM,iM-, Of ^6r, / rA(bE_ "2- court an.; pulverize them again. That first day I was converted. Racv-etball just doesn't compare; what fun is a g -.me where you hit the call .uith a big racquet in a sr.sll court, when you could be hitting it much more accurately with ynur hand? Besides, it shows your machismo when you can go out, voluntarily convert your hands to hamourger. anQ- er;joy it. Someday I'm going co write a oook: "Handball: -hw To B-; a •" .^al ^ n . " D.3d -t?:; to the service Lma to c = g : n ths- first of t'i;o games During tra '^e_rs we have ployed together, he has usually started out 5 low- a-3;-. n 3 into the game, but lately he's a? en hitti-.-i the ball fast and hard -rom the stare. Sure enough, the serve comes sliding down into the corner: a difficult shot. With some effort, I mak? a return down the right side, and the v-.;ITsy is on. Dad springs to the right, (he was not auite prepared), takes my shot, an; puts it on my left hand He praters the left side for almost any shot especially hard defensive shots like this. i'iu left hand has been steadily improving, however, and i am able to end the volley with an unreachable pass shot far to his right. Dad'; eyes narrow as ho tosses me The ball and gees in position. I know just what he is thinking: Come on F3rrell, you should have had that one I s-ep up to serve, attempting a difficult spin f-.-t is supposed to turn and die in the corner, but instead it comes oft the back wall, providing plenty of time for a kill shot from you-know-who. Dad sets up, plainly snowing me by his position tnat I may aa w-.l kiss this volley goodbye. He plants his left foot, swings. .. and misses. I start -2- |