OK, the impending wedding is starting to sink in. I was playing squash with Craig a little earlier when I realized that this was my last squash match as a single man. It was not a great match to end my single life on - a good match, yes, but not a great one. Craig won, 3-2 (after being up 2-0).
And why, pray tell, is squash not an Olympic sport? Or racquetball, for that matter? I mean, c’mon - there’s got to be room for a couple of sports in which people run around in an enclosed space while wielding sticks and banging into walls. What’s not to love?
