You’re in this bizarre room with red lines painted horizontally and diagonally on the walls and floors. In one hand you hold your novice model $100 squash stick that looks like a tennis racquet on a Jenny Craig diet. In your other hand you hold a tiny rubber ball that looks like it was made from the tires off your old Taurus.
You’ve played hockey, soccer and baseball and your buddies insist that you’d make an awesome squash player. You’ve taken your two introductory lessons and a month’s worth of beginner clinics, and the club pro has somehow charmed you into the idea of playing house league on Wednesday nights.
Your serve has been dead on, the ball dropping into the corner over your opponent’s head and scoring you points whenever you please. When he does get your serve back you’re moving right up in the court to tap the ball to the open side before he can recover back to the precious T position in the middle of the court. 11–7 for you, and you win the match 3–1. You’re unstoppable. You’ve taken the beginner house-league title. You love squash!
Simon, the captain of the Men’s C team has asked you to sub in for the squad on Thursday. You were dominating at Men’s D and you went undefeated at Level 4 on Monday nights. All that biking you did over the summer is paying dividends.
The lessons working on your straight length and pinning your opponent behind you rather than just trying to win the points quickly and cheaply are taking shape in your matches. You’re structuring your points now and identifying your opponents’ weaknesses. People are saying you’re a smart player with a solid understanding of the game.
You’re only getting better. You feel incredible after matches. You analyze them. Your shots can be tighter. You can volley more. More pressure on your opponent. More variety in your game. You are obsessed.
