Want to hear the whitest tough guy story ever? As a big-shot badminton player in my high school days (at my peak, THIRD in New York State), my furious style of play left me with a torn labrum and bicep. It wasn't so much painful as it was "hmm, interesting that I can't really feel my shoulder right now," but I wasn't about to end my illustrious career on the sidelines. So I decided to continue playing hurt
because fuck sitting out in order to appear really impressive to the girl I had a massive crush on. The move was most certainly a good one, but it eventually led to me needing a surgery from which I'm pretty sure I've never recovered.
But yo. When played intensely, Badminton is the shit. THE. SHIT. And as exemplified by this awesome rally, I don't care how great you were when you played badminton in gym class. It takes years to get this dope.