Only a few people could convince me to play racquet ball for two hours . . . Josh and his roommates are some of them. No surprise, my skill is nil. Josh spent most of the many games we played hitting everything and scoring all the points. I was really good at staying out of the way for the most part--except when the ball hit my head. I became somewhat proficient at serving. The boys we played with were nice and patient--I didn't feel like as much of a racquet ball moron. Me and racquetball??? Figure that one out. Tyler said I should come play with them again, and then I'll get better. We'll see.