Oh shit. those are about one of the last things I want to see in a text from my man. This writer may be a lot of things but a sports person is not one of them.
It was only made marginally better that we'll be playing with another group of friends rather than his usual badminton kaki who are all so super awesome that I'm pretty sure will definitely hate having an extra player who will literally be the one who keeps dropping the idiomatic ball, okay shuttle.
I never understood sports - the idea of running towards some ball/shuttle/puck/*whatever* that's flying at you with potentially nose-breaking speed just baffles me.
The other frightening part of it was the prospect off looking like I fit the stereotype of the sio chia girlfriend who squeals when a shuttle flies at her, runs like a, well, girl; and just seeming unpleasant and unsportsmanlike in general.
Well there's no way I'll get in any practice or magically improve in three days.
So the next best thing, I thought, was to watch a mix of tutorials & actual matches online.
Tutorials
I never cease to be amazed at the number of how-to videos on any topic there are on Youtube. But then, I got bored after four, which were under 2 minutes each.
Actual matches
I tried picking the more interesting matches to watch, honest! Then again, I wouldn't know what would constitute an interesting match. So I just picked the first one with names I recognized.
After semi-ignoring my screen, playing games in another window cleaning my room through one and a half matches, I learned only one thing -sports commentators for badminton matches aren't expected to be as excitable as football sports commentators.
Oh please, please, please let my awesome personality make me seem like less of an uncoordinated dork.
*cross fingers*
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