Squash is a funny game

Every so often (I'd say... twice a year?) Greg and I play squash.

It started waaaay back in high school, when the two of us wandered onto a squash court after swimming lessons one day to give the sport a try. We've played each other regularly (albeit infrequently) since then. The noteworthy aspect to our bi-annual clashes is that, well... I always win.

This was not surprising (at least to me) at the outset, since I felt my experiences on badminton courts (nothing gets you chicks like being on the school badminton team) were quite applicable to squash. As time progressed however (And as Greg improved his squash skills by playing other people, while I stagnated by playing.. twice a year. Against him.), it became somewhat of an oddity that I would always walk away the winner from our squash battles.

The games are always close, but somehow the gods of squash are unkind to Greg.

Or so I thought. Until I realized, half and hour into todays game of squash, that Greg has become an entirely different squash player. He has developed a deadly serve. He now returns my best service efforts. He has a new finesse. He can drop the balls into the corners and can run down my balls when I try to do the same.

So naturally, I was feeling somewhat pessimistic when, after having lost virtually all of our warm up games, Greg suggested our traditional, best-of-five, winner take all, champion of the world match.

So it is that I can happily report that my winning streak continues! I really don't know how or why. I'd probably have to admit that Greg is now a better squash player than me (a position he feels that he attained several years back...), and yet the title of squash champion is safely mine for at least another six months!

I should enjoy this. I don't think this streak can go for much longer...