Sunday, 8.00 am. I have lunch and I use a cup of strong coffee to start my day great. A final review of what must I bring: racquet, workout, padlocks, deodorant, water bottle, then I take my helmet to slide down the bike path at full speed toward the Cegep Ahuntsic.
8:45: I arrive on site, parking is desert, the empty bike rack. I contemplate the blue sky and breathe fresh air, full lung before going to carry my luggage inside. From the top of the third floor, there is a beautiful view of Montreal and a round-up tells me that my comrades have not yet arrived. When I go off to see if my brother finds himself well, I notice a man off, close the doors. His eyes scan the horizon, so figure emerges short and thin and dress contrasted sharply with mine: this man has long underwear, with a dark coat and a matching beret. I approach him with a quick time, but calm. I tend my hand in the air: Oscar greeted me in return. Only two other people before you start.
While my old sidekick (which I had never seen this early hour) is getting ready, I'm going a little jog around to see if my brother did not come to the wrong door, since it s Stirring the largest college of Quebec. Despite my instructions, it is slow to dawn on the horizon. By cons, on my return, a bicycle lane at high speed its owner looks at me with a smile, I open the palm of my hand she meets with her own: Angelique has just arrived. It is late and we will get Oscar to be warm. No news of brother, but at 9:30, when we decide to start the game, Benjamin walks towards us with my old CCCP jersey (we share a taste for provocation, especially when it is unnecessary). Our group is full, let's go.
few minutes pass for the heating of the participants: we warm up with practice swings, then we rotate the teams to try to balance the forces, but it is quite difficult since our level of mastery of the game varies greatly . Finally, we accept the fact that our teams will never be equal and I choose to play a bit with Oscar because our team chemistry seemed stronger. Benjamin and Angela also seemed better able to match their respective abilities. The level of play has risen for an hour and a half after collapsing under the weight of fatigue of different players. Angela and Oscar had to leave at 11:30, the time to play two singles matches with my little brother and that's only noon arrives, forcing him to return to the fold to finish his homework.
However, I noticed three Asians who were playing in a field next to ours. During a break, I asked if I could join them what they agreed. These are three very good players, a lot stronger than me. I sweated body and soul to play three games with them, but I had to face facts: these thirty minutes play me more exhausted than the other two thirty. My partner and I are inclined 2-1 in 3.
Returning home, I thought only one thing: the next game with friends that will take place during the next weekend!
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