A neurosurgeon invited me to play racquetball last night. We played several games and I quickly found out that he was an amazing racquetball player. All his shots were low, accurate, and with power. Furthermore he was diving all over the court with no hesitation. He beat me easily all four games. I was not very happy. But it got worse.
Then he proceeded to ask me something I never been asked in my life, "Do you mind if I play you left handed? I've been playing my daughter this way recently." I have never been asked that question before. I don't ever want to be asked that question again in my life. Usually, I am the person asking my opponent that question! What could I do, he had proven he could beat be right handed.
"Sure," I replied. He switched his racquet to his left hand. We are all humbled at different times in our life and different ways. This was my moment. Oh yeah, did I mention this brain-surgeon's age, he is 62 years old. Well, we played two games my right hand against his left hand. I was determined not to be beaten by a Senior with his off hand. I won..humbled but with a fraction of my pride together.
Only later did I find out he was an Open State Champion....