What a set up there was in handball! That ball was just the right height for a killer.

I minimized myself on the walk around the building and entered the handball tourney. There were games going on all around the building. On each pillar there were matches set up and the roster was completely invisible to me when I was maximized, but, when minimized, I was amazed that I had missed it. Brotha had included me again, knowing that although I had said no thank you to his personal invitation; on the day of the matches I couldn't help but change my mind. He said you will have no pain as soon as the whistle blows, your knee will amazingly feel no pain. I took him up on that and he was certainly right about that.
Brother had me scheduled for center court, although I can never understand why he always does that to me. A tough cookie those leprechauns are. They can ski and play handball tourneys in the same day. Not me! It was all that I could do to keep up with them in handball. Brother had the photographers take a picture right when the killer happened. Like he knew it was going to happen. That girl is going to be something when she gets her head together. Yep, I said and we winked at eachother. I hate handball, I said. I know he said, what do you like. Nothing I said. I know he said. Just keep doing nothing and I will keep inviting you to the tourneys. Okay, I said.