Failure is a belief. One that I don’t hold. Some would say that my first team handball practice was a failure. I looked pretty much like a jackass as I ran around and broke every rule on every possession. But, thankfully for me, I don’t believe in failure. Which is much different from having no shame. People with no shame believe in failure and they happily embrace it. I just don’t believe in it. Big difference.
I’ve never been so sore in my life. We practiced for three hours on Saturday night. I haven’t practiced an organized sport in 4 years, and it showed. After the first hour I was concerned my heart was going to explode, but my giant Serbian teammate who screamed “More Power,” a hundred times during practice made me not want to quit for fear of being torn limb from limb. I learned some of the basics, and am poised for the next practice. I really wish I would have learned the game when I was younger, because it’s an incredibly fast paced and fun game that combines basketball, soccer, baseball(turning a double play), with some football contact. I would imagine that option quarterbacks would be naturals at the game. I’ve attached a clip for all of you who think that handball is a game where you hit a ball against a wall.
