Chuckles — The Badminton Heart Attack

On my second attempt at playing badminton, something happened that clarified for me if this was an activity that I wanted to pursue.

At that point, I could barely remember to which area I should be targeting the shuttlecock to whenever I would serve. So what I would usually do every time I had to serve was to ask the other team to whom should I make it go to, and then repeat the person’s name as I served. (I’m telling you this so you can have a clear picture of how pathetic I was.)

And then, during the badminton game, I was horrified when one of the players hit the shuttlecock straight to my chest. Even though it was small, the speed with which it hurtled towards me made the impact frightening.

And, remembering how we were all cautioned in First Aid CPR class about avoiding putting any pressure on the chest area near the heart made me burst out, “You can’t hit me on the chest! I don’t like! Oh my God! You can’t do that!”

I was even more shocked to learn that that particular strategy was normal because the trajectory made it difficult for the opponent to hit the shuttlecock back. But I was still adamant that nobody should do it to me. I didn’t care about strategy. Good grief!

And that’s how I learned that watching badminton would be a better option for me. And whom do I have to thank for this enlightening discovery by hitting me on the chest?

Christian Bautista.

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