Racquetball is bad for your eyes
After some back and forth scheduling, Dave Muma and I started playing racquetball every Sunday at 4:00pm and Thursday at 6:30am over at the Dow Center.
The first few games were filled with a couple close calls but this morning, in game 3, I served the ball to get things going but when I turned around, Dave swings and the next thing I know I see a tennis size ball coming straight for me. There was no time to turn away from something moving at 95 miles per hours (guessing) and I got hit straight eyeball - not even time to close my eyes.
Next thing I feel is my hand hitting the floor as the other is holding my newly injured and throbbing eye. It hurt - a lot - all I could do was lay in the middle of the racquetball court trying to figure out if my right eye was still in my skull.
Dave of course ran up to see how I was and felt terrible for his power swing. The rest of our racquetball time was spent holding ice on my eye and thinking about all the meetings I had schedule for that day. It was going to be an interesting day to say the least.
Paul Says:
You say “was going to be an interesting day.” Was it?