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walking after you

phew. I've been very busy all week here at work. It's just non-stop. I'm trying to get everything in order since I'm going to my parents for a week.
Scott and I have been playing pretty much only each other in racquetball for the last 6 months, ever since Chad quit, and Bill went to jail. And we were always amazed at the lack of other players there. We thought we could find someone else there to play, but we have not, until this week.
We saw these two new guys playing around the same time as us, so I said we should watch them once, and see if they were "good enough" to play us.
We know we're not that great, but it's frustrating playing someone much worse than you.
We watched them play a little, and it didn't look real impressive, but they were at least athletic, and making a few shots, so we approached them as asked if they wanted to switch it up and play each other.
They were very much for it, since they were in the same boat, no one to play other than the two of them, which gets boring quick.
The more I watched them, the more I thought, "this could be bad, they don't look that great, and we could look like jerks if we school them too bad"

Turns out, it wasn't an issue.

We played the new guys today, and it was embarrassing, just not in the way I anticipated. Scott played one guy, and I played the other. We both got schooled. I actually won the first game, but I suspect it was a case where he wasn't really giving it his all, and then the second game, he really took it to me, and I only got like 5 points. We played two more, which I lost both, but they were at least respectably close. I got like 9-12 points in them at least, but generally got schooled.
Scott did even worse, he didn't win one game.

He said he's done listening to me about how good we are at stuff. I convinced him to do the adventure race because I thought we would be very competitive in our times. Yeah, not so much.
We did ok, but not great. Certainly not the top 10% like I was hoping.

I guess I just think too highly of myself...

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But you've always struck me as such a modest man.

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