badminton.

there are very few sports at which i am even halfway decent. badminton is one of them... or, you know, the one. it is pretty much the most useless sport in terms of life skills, but it is fun and requires minimal running (yay). i'm good at it because we have a had a neon pink badminton net (née volleyball net) living in our yard for 6 months out of every year. my dad loves to play badminton, especially because he always wins. however, for some reason tonight, i was winning! maybe it was the bare feet, the smell of strip steak crisping, a fluke after not playing for a while, but lemme just say, at one point, the score was 8-3 me. this is amazing (and definitely a fluke) because i am bad at sports, afraid of things flying towards me, wearing a mini skirt, go to vassar, and my dad plays tennis several times a week. but then, alas, the world caught up with itself, and he pulled up, leaving it 10-8 me. i won again in a fluke (the birdie/shuttlecock hit a tree). but i won. which isn't a sentence i get to apply very often in the outdoor arena. i'm enjoying it. i probably will have to continue to enjoy it for several years to come. it's like a solar eclipse. or a blue moon. or me enjoying brisket. very rare occurrences.