The BU Badminton team is after me

I went to play badminton last night with Charlie, Florian, and Jeff. I figured we'd have the gym to ourselves pretty much and we were just playing a pick-up game or something. But when we got there, we weren't alone. There were probably about ten or fifteen people there and they all had their own rackets. These people were hardcore. Then, some guy who looked like the coach came in and asked a couple people if they had "practiced this summer." So now I think I'm trying out for the badminton team or something. Florian assured us that we were just hitting it around. Practice was later and until then we could play. Some kid from the team brought out "community rackets." Charlie, Jeff and I were the only ones in the whole gym who needed them.

So we did. For a while. Probably about 20 minutes in, someone hit a shot to me. I jumped, took a wild swing at it (as I had been all night) and missed. I swung the racket all the way to the floor and then landed right on it. The racket gave way. It wasn't as bad as this, but you get the idea. I tried to bend it back and something snapped. A couple pieces of plastic fell to the ground. It was straighter, but that doesn't mean it was straight. Not by a long shot. And now there were bits of the thing lying on the ground and the thing was even flimsier than before. So Charlie (who had been looking for an opportunity to leave anyway I think) said "let's go," so he and I put our rackets back in the bag and got out of there. I wonder if they've noticed it yet.

Meanwhile, Florian's actually trying out for the team. He better know how to keep his mouth shut. That's all I'm gonna say.