Emphasis Preaching Journal
Nearly every time I play...
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Nearly every time I play racquetball, one of my opponents catches me on the backside
with a ball. I've been hit on the head, my legs, and just about everywhere in between. It's
usually my fault. The player in front is supposed to allow a lane for his/her opponent to
hit through. If you don't get out of the way, a rubber ball rocketing up to 100+ miles per
hour smacks you. Though they smart some, I'm usually proud of those stinging bruises.
They make me feel macho.
