It felt like a suicide attempt. Jon and I were just having fun playing badminton when we suddenly had this crazy idea of playing doubles. Against Dad and his friend.
Those who come regularly might have an idea of the prowess of Dad & company.
So the passers-by got to see more than pure power-packed action from the court smack in the middle of the sports hall. They got to see the camaraderie, the fighting spirit, the sweaty smiles of 2 Spartan shuttlers, who got so elated after breaking the 5-point (OK now we sound really pathetic) barrier. Of course, the ratio of the scores was too inhumane for publishing.
