Back in the day racquetball was a pretty popular sport.
Many may not know it but Memphis TN was (and may still be, I quit following the sport) the home of the world champion for SEVERAL years. Memphis was pretty much the center of the racquetball world.
Anyway, they were holding the world championships and they interviewed one of the participants as he was officiating a match.
They asked why the participants did their own "reffing" and he said, With the speed of the game only someone who plays can fully understand it and only they can officate it correctly and accurately.
I thought that was pretty freaking cool.
My brother actually qualified for the state championship one year and traveled to Memphis.
He won his first match and moved on to the next level.
Then the sucker won that one too and moved to the quarterfinals.
Then that match the dude he was playing didn't show up so he was automatically moved into the semi-finals. :shock:
The next weekend when they had the semi's he didn't go.
I was like WHY NOT???
I don't think I could have beat that guy anyway.
I was like O.M.G. you idiot.
I guess if I think like the UCF football team I should have been state champion that year since I could beat my brother. :rotf:
I started playing racquetball when I was 12 years old, against my brother who was 8 years older than me.
He NEVER gave me a single point and backing off was not an option.
He beat me like a borrowed mule.
I hated it for a while but it made me a much better player.
Eventually I got to where I could score on him and not get skunked every game.
By the time I was 14 I got to where I could beat him on a pretty regular basis.
At my prime we were still about 50/50 on our games.
Through him I met his boss who was a GOOD player.
He made the comment one time that if I played Larry he would beat me and never move out of a 3 foot circle. Except to serve of course.
I laughed and said I bet I could make him move.
I was wrong. LOL
I eventually beat Larry but only once in a blue freaking moon.
What made me so mad was Larry NEVER hit the ball hard, never. That drove me insane. LOL
Oh well, just babbling. Just thought about the ref thing and started thinking about how much I loved playing.
Many may not know it but Memphis TN was (and may still be, I quit following the sport) the home of the world champion for SEVERAL years. Memphis was pretty much the center of the racquetball world.
Anyway, they were holding the world championships and they interviewed one of the participants as he was officiating a match.
They asked why the participants did their own "reffing" and he said, With the speed of the game only someone who plays can fully understand it and only they can officate it correctly and accurately.
I thought that was pretty freaking cool.
My brother actually qualified for the state championship one year and traveled to Memphis.
He won his first match and moved on to the next level.
Then the sucker won that one too and moved to the quarterfinals.
Then that match the dude he was playing didn't show up so he was automatically moved into the semi-finals. :shock:
The next weekend when they had the semi's he didn't go.
I was like WHY NOT???
I don't think I could have beat that guy anyway.
I was like O.M.G. you idiot.
I guess if I think like the UCF football team I should have been state champion that year since I could beat my brother. :rotf:
I started playing racquetball when I was 12 years old, against my brother who was 8 years older than me.
He NEVER gave me a single point and backing off was not an option.
He beat me like a borrowed mule.
I hated it for a while but it made me a much better player.
Eventually I got to where I could score on him and not get skunked every game.
By the time I was 14 I got to where I could beat him on a pretty regular basis.
At my prime we were still about 50/50 on our games.
Through him I met his boss who was a GOOD player.
He made the comment one time that if I played Larry he would beat me and never move out of a 3 foot circle. Except to serve of course.
I laughed and said I bet I could make him move.
I was wrong. LOL
I eventually beat Larry but only once in a blue freaking moon.
What made me so mad was Larry NEVER hit the ball hard, never. That drove me insane. LOL
Oh well, just babbling. Just thought about the ref thing and started thinking about how much I loved playing.
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