Loss Vegas

31 05 2014

Vegas Sunset

The alarm sounds. It’s 4am, and the birds aren’t even awake. After two taps of the snooze button, Big Papi, the hungry beagle who senses any opportunity for a meal, doesn’t even trot on up beside the bed. If I was in any state to think, I’d be thinking, it’s way too early to interrupt the dream I’m in the middle of, especially if Papi hasn’t unfurled himself from his sleep-ball. I get up anyway, dodge a cat waiting for a pat, and turn on the bathroom light to stun myself into stillness like a deer in the headlights.

It’s 7-7 in the first game. I don’t know how I get it back to 7-7, the ball is bouncing like we’re in the middle of the desert, so there’s no surprises there. We’ve had one day like this in Massachusetts this year that hit 90 Farenheit, and I didn’t even play that day. Come to think of it, I didn’t play the day before that either, or the day after. I’m no longer a full-time professional squash player, I’m part-time, and in the part of time where I’m supposed to be a professional squash player, I’m visualizing the game. I can count on two hands how many matches I’ve played this year, and still have fingers to spare. But, none of this is going through my mind when it’s 7-7 in the first game, because I’m so focused on enjoying the match, and maybe just too busy actually doing so. I lose a point, and remind myself that losing a point isn’t the end of the world. It’s not like I’ve lost a limb. I’ve lost a point. I quickly forget the lost point and focus on the serve return at 7-8. Read the rest of this entry »

Being Honest And Being Sick.

2 09 2012

Short posts are the way to go! That way you guys know I’m still alive, and trust me, after this week I’m only just alive! I’ve had the whole week off training. 10% of the reasoning is because I injured my glute in the Henderson Open PSA, the other 90% is because at one stage I thought I had meningitis! After getting the shakes last weekend, I woke up on Tuesday with the dreaded rash (no, not that kind of rash.. For any dirty readers out there) that goes along with the head feeling like its going to fall off. Anyway, after waiting an hour and a half with a room full of crazy people at the local A&E, I was cleared with a viral infection, and prescribed with drugs for Africa.  Read the rest of this entry »

The Start Line

11 04 2012

I’m back playing squash. I’m really happy to say that. Like Pete in the picture above, some people probably didn’t recognise me after it has been so long. Lucky for me I was only put on the operating table and not the grill. It’s not an easy process, I suppose that fact is obvious, but I thought that when I was ready to play again I wouldn’t still have pain in my knee. Assumptions are glorious things, but often they’re wrong. Mine was wrong. You set these timelines in your head, “Yep, the surgeon says I’ll be fine to play again on this date” and you imagine yourself moving like a dream, and playing in World Series events haha. I know, I know.. delusions of grandeur! But do you get what I mean? I have 9 months of watching squash tv, and count down every day until I’ll be playing again. I guess if I do this so much then I start imagining myself playing in the tournament of champions, or the british open, because my head is always in that space, and not realising that at this time in my career, my place is court 2 at the national squash centre, with people eating subway sandwiches out the back of the court. Read the rest of this entry »


23 02 2012

If the sun wasn't out, I would never have had the chance to enjoy a swim after training last friday

I’ve just finished backspacing a few thousand words because I want you to be able to finish reading this post without having to take a nap. Plus, it gets a little boring when the post was about how things don’t always go the right way. To be honest, I was feeling a bit low after I checked the results of the Wednesday lottery and saw I hadn’t won🙂 All jokes aside, that money would be pretty handy! I try my luck every know and then, buy a ticket on occasion to see if I can possibly get a win and go out to buy that navy Maserati I drive past in Newmarket. I just like the thought of entering into something with very little chance, it just makes things more exciting. Just like Ramy Ashour enters into that backward overhead cross court attempt into the nick, or some guy enters into conversation with a girl he thinks wouldn’t give him the time of day… they all have very little chance, but if it all comes off it makes life more exciting. After all, at the end of the day when all the hard graft is done, life comes down to chance, No? Read the rest of this entry »

Alive And Writing

27 01 2012

Where I spent my holidays (Gisborne)

Well, I was going to say alive and kicking. I’m not kicking anything, but I am writing, which is what I haven’t done on here for about 6 months, so I thought it oughta be time to write something before the people who read this blog think I’m dead and gone. People do read this blog right? Anyway, I found some time, while my movie decides if it wants to play or not, to write a few lines. Who knows what I’ll come up with. Read the rest of this entry »

Post-Op, and Thoughts of A Longer Career

20 08 2011

The waiting is over. Last Friday, 10 weeks after initially injuring my knee, I finally had reconstructive surgery which saw Stewart Walsh take a portion of my Patella Tendon, and reassign it with a new job of being a fresh ACL in my right leg. As I’m sure he has done many a time, it seems as though Stu has done a magnificent job, and with a lot of inflammation clearing, I am now able to spend most of my vertical time walking without crutches. Read the rest of this entry »

Fork in the road

5 07 2011

I often try to keep my writing on here free of too much emotion, as I am aware emotion can cause conflict of opinions, and most people try to avoid conflict. It’s fair enough, that people try to avoid it. Sometimes it means that you see or hear something that puts you out of your comfort zone. If you’re an open person it can make you question what you believe, and to question yourself too much can be tiring, as well as unhealthy. But on occasion, the emotion that causes conflict, which causes question, is needed.  Read the rest of this entry »