I’ve been playing racquetball with my son the last few weeks, and there’s something about the experience I find so entertaining.
First off, I just don’t think you see anyone that small playing the game very often, if ever. I mean… you don’t usually see anyone under 60 playing it, honestly. Something about those safety goggles and the confined spaces and the bright fluorescent lights make it seem kind of convalescent somehow.
Don’t get me wrong, it can be an intense and exhausting sport, and I love the quickness of it.
But seeing my son–who looks extra small in those big glasses–just flying around the room, screaming at the top of his lungs in that echo chamber, with hair flying in all directions, reminds me of playing against someone like Animal from the Muppet Show.
(sorry, kiddo, if you’re reading this, I love it and you, and the experience is wonderful; don’t get me wrong; let’s talk)
Anyway, I’ve been searching for illustrations that would somehow convey what it’s like to watch him play. I haven’t found any, so started making my own (and he made one too, which he said he’s okay with me sharing; see if you can guess which one is his).
This still doesn’t quite do it justice. I might keep drawing these, but I’m happy it’s recorded somewhere.
