So I spent the weekend in Durango visiting Janea and Jon, and participating in the annual Durango handball tournament. Once again, I entered into the C singles bracket and also played with Dick as my doubles partner. However, unlike in Albuquerque last year, we entered B doubles rather than C. Unfortunately, Dick was sick for the week leading up to the tournament and I was climbing Rainier... so we were both pretty worked before we even started.

Anyway, I lost my first match 21-20, 21-10 to a guy who I probably could have beaten if I were fresh, but it would have been close (unlike last year, where I hurt my elbow and lost to a guy who sucked). The fact that the first game was 21-20 is significant, since it was obviously very close despite my being entirely winded. Oh well. It was a single elimination bracket, so I was out of C singles.

The doubles match was entirely weird. First of all, it was in the B bracket, so I expected everyone to be better than me. Unfortunately, the scheduling sucked and Dick ended up with a singles match immediately before our doubles match, so he was totally beat when we started. Our opponents consisted of a husband and wife team, and I had seen them player earlier and thought that we might be able to put up good competition for them if we were fresh. But given that we were both beat, I wasn't too hopeful. Then, in a turn that made no sense to me at all, the other team was allowed to substitute a player so that the husband could rest up for a later singles match. Eh? Yeah, so anyway the original opponent guy was replaced by a total ringer. So... we stood no chance. 21-7, 21-1. Yowch.