The Whirling of Balls and Bruising of Thighs

I went up to Chicago yesterday to play Whirlyball with a bunch of friends. It's kind of like basketball with bumper cars. Only these are not your fairground bumper cars that top out at a snail's pace. These things must be going a good seven or eight miles an hour (lucky car Black #7 was surely even faster), making for some bone-jarring, muscle-bruising, seatbelt-straining head-on collisions. It's even more fun than it sounds! We headed back to Chris and Helen's place afterward for many hours of good food and drink, fun games (hooray for Wii Sports, the only way I will ever make par), and impromptu music. (Cheers to Matt; I haven't heard "If You Could Only See" in a long, long time!)