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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Dom's Devastating Downfall

Mike,

I was jogging steadily on the treadmill at the gym where Dom and I play racquetball, when Dom tapped me on the shoulder. “I’m going into the court to warm up”. Our court time wasn’t for 5 minutes, but Dom likes to push the
envelope. I said, “OK, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

When I came into the court, Dom was stuffing his bad right hand into a glove. Watching him curiously, I stuffed a big long sponge under my sweat shirt as protection for my clobbered left shoulder, I asked Dom if the glove helped him hold onto the racquet. “Yeah, a little bit. Without it, the racquet almost blows out of my hand on a swing.” He wiggled his damaged pinkie finger, showing its limited range of motion.

We did the usual bounce-to-the-line for serve, and I won. Dom returned my serves to his back hand a little weakly, and I scored a few points, but I lost the serve when I tested his forehand. From then on, throughout the match, I returned to his backhand whenever possible and won that game handily, 15-8.

Before making his serve for the next game, Dom took the racquet with his left hand, and shook out his right. I couldn’t help noticing a grimace. Dom’s game fell apart in the first few minutes. I was up 9-0 and wondering what had happened to my old partner. So I relaxed a bit (always a mistake). Dom surged back and tied the game up 10-10. That got my attention, and I started exploiting his weakened backhand at the left rear corner. At the end of that game (15-10), Dom asked for a rest. Sitting outside next to the drinking fountains, Dom described the history of his hand in great detail.

After the rest, we hit the court again. Except for the first 3 points in one game, Dom never came close in the final three. There were a few of his trademark double-z-sidewall-frontwall-graze shots, but I had learned to play mid-court and returned most of them, much to his chagrin. Dom’s accuracy was still good, but the zip had been lost from his drives. Finals: 15-8, 15-3, 15-6.

At one point in the last game, Dom reached high overhead near the back wall, and missed the ball. Afterwards he said, “I just remembered how I jammed that finger and broke it. I was reaching back over my head next to the rear wall, just like that, and smashed my hand hard.” Apparently he had repressed the memory of the incident until that moment.

As we walked out after our sweaty hour, Dom showed how red that barely healed pinkie was. I said to him, “I sure hope you haven’t damaged it more.” Dom insouciantly responded,”No worries. It’ll get better. Let’s play again next week. We’ve got to get in as many games as we can before you leave!”

–rakkity

posted by michael at 2:46 am  

4 Comments »

  1. I’m starting to feel sympathy for the Dom — nothing but being crushed until his buddy Rakk leaves town … But I do admire his spirit!

    Comment by adam — November 15, 2006 @ 7:50 am

  2. I feel a pang of sympathy too. But The Dom has more years ahead than I, and he’ll regain his former glory, while I dodder away into the hills.

    Comment by rakkity — November 15, 2006 @ 8:57 am

  3. Doubt that. But it’s also nice to know your sporting heart has soft spots and isn’t entirely merciless. And how are YOUR injuries holding up?

    Nice alliterative title, BTW …

    Comment by el Kib — November 15, 2006 @ 9:09 am

  4. Still can’t swing a racquet with my left arm, which means I have to use creative handicaps when playing r-ball with my daughter. For example, instead of playing left-handed, my handicap is to return the ball to the right half (or the left half, Katie’s choice) of the front wall. She beats me regularly now.

    Which reminds me–next family game is tomorrow afternoon.

    Comment by rakkity — November 15, 2006 @ 12:42 pm

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