Been a while since I have written, but I’m still playing racquetball three to five times a week.

Played this morning and, as usual, played one more game than I should have.

What is it about racquetball that those who play it become addicted to the sport?

Or is not just racquetball but every sport that becomes addictive? Or is it that anything one enjoys becomes addictive?

I don’t have an answer to those esoteric questions, but I do know that I constantly find racquetball players are ready to play “Just One More.”

I’ve played for an hour and half, ready to quit, sitting in a comfortable seat in the corridor preparing to pack up my racquetball bag. One of the players from my last game says, “Come on, Sandy, play just one more.”

I pick up my racquet, slip a glove on my hand, and place my rec specs on my face to return to the court.

Three games later, I finally quit for the day. That afternoon my legs ache. When I stand up from my desk I start out walking slowly because I spent that extra three games running across the court.

Do I regret the extra three games? Of course not. I might have played more if I thought I could get away with it. I’m still addicted to racquetball.