Addicted?

After watching these folks at work played in a ping pong tournament to raise money for the earthquake victims in Sichuan, I felt so eager to get back to the squash court. So I played Joe today.

I used his brace to support my sprained ankle because he said the one I bought was only a rubber band. I still couldn't turn and sprint as fast as before, but it felt so good to see the ball went as I put it.

After playing for a hour, I told Joe that I thought I was addicted to squash. He said, "You got trembling hands and stuff?" I said, "Just watery eyes and running nose... nah.. that was actually allergy."