Raiders!
Outside of the game itself, badminton on a Wednesday night is entertaining.
For starters there's the constant misunderstanding about our permanent booking which should be at the same time and place every week. Looking over recent weeks in the bookings to try and figure out why our court was double booked again this week, it appears we were given a different amount of time, different court, and different starting time every week for the past month and scheduled for the next month as well. Keeps one on one's toes!
Then there's the rock-climbers. We play more or less next to the rock climbing wall, and quite frequently someone falls off as their precipitous attempts to clamber upside-down to the ceiling fail. As a result they swing alarmingly out over the court before they get lowered gently to the ground, and every time I feel for a second like we're being boarded by pirates. Cutlasses at the ready.
On the other side of us, martial arts occurs. For a while there's the distractingly silly looking warm-ups, and then they move onto the business of shouting, invariably just as one prepares to serve, sounding (much as intended) like a barbarian horde has appeared from the back of the gym and is about to charge. Hilariously, a little kid seems have joined the otherwise older group, and every time they would do something which needed to be punctuated by a yell, the kid could be heard... always a second or two later than everyone else, but twice as loud to make up for it.
For starters there's the constant misunderstanding about our permanent booking which should be at the same time and place every week. Looking over recent weeks in the bookings to try and figure out why our court was double booked again this week, it appears we were given a different amount of time, different court, and different starting time every week for the past month and scheduled for the next month as well. Keeps one on one's toes!
Then there's the rock-climbers. We play more or less next to the rock climbing wall, and quite frequently someone falls off as their precipitous attempts to clamber upside-down to the ceiling fail. As a result they swing alarmingly out over the court before they get lowered gently to the ground, and every time I feel for a second like we're being boarded by pirates. Cutlasses at the ready.
On the other side of us, martial arts occurs. For a while there's the distractingly silly looking warm-ups, and then they move onto the business of shouting, invariably just as one prepares to serve, sounding (much as intended) like a barbarian horde has appeared from the back of the gym and is about to charge. Hilariously, a little kid seems have joined the otherwise older group, and every time they would do something which needed to be punctuated by a yell, the kid could be heard... always a second or two later than everyone else, but twice as loud to make up for it.