I still play squash, getting close to 60. I picked up the game late in life in 
Singapore when I was 40. I fell in love with the game. There were courts 
available lying unused most of the time and I was curious. So I nabbed a young 
theoretical Indian economist colleague who had some interest and we played. I 
have not stopped. Much later in life I came to know my college in India had 
squash courts but I was busy reading about ujaama villages, so I missed the 
squash opportunity, which could have made me a better player;)

Squash is a highly competitive game. Losing gets to be common when you get 
older. The body does not sync well with the mind. Though the latter is still 
sharp. I don't like losing, but that's sort of routine these days, but in the 
end I play for the aerobics. I get to meet people almost a third of my age, and 
some I do beat. And it makes me feel good, physically.

I think competitive sports has a place in life. Winning is not the thing. It's 
to do your best. It's also having a thick skin. Losing is routine despite being 
a competitive sport. I also get to play a squash pretty much anywhere in the 
world. I always carry my racquet when traveling and I have played with people 
in a number of countries whom I had never met before. And in India you have low 
income squash court maintenance folks who would give you thrashing for a 
standard honorarium.

So playing to win with the right skin and sentiments is good for the mind and 
the soul. And so is losing.

Incidentally I played football (sorry soccer), cricket, volleyball, and field 
hockey. I am an avid follower of English premier league and the World Cup. For 
the latter I plan my trips very carefully.

Cheers, Anthony 

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> On May 6, 2014, at 22:06, michael yates <[email protected]> wrote:
> 
> Full at http://cheapmotelsandahotplate.org/2014/05/05/playing-win/
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> 
> 
> 
> "When I was a boy, I loved sports. Baseball was my passion, and 
> 
> I could be found in the backyard, even in the middle of winter, 
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> endlessly throwing a rubber-coated baseball into the air and 
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> hitting it as far as I could with my bat. I played organized 
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> ball from the age of nine to twenty-two, in Little League, 
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> Pony League, American Legion, High School, College, and in 
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> town leagues. When I began teaching, basketball became my new 
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> sports obsession, and I played seven days a week for many years.
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> 
> 
> 
> 
> In a working class town, excellence in sports was much prized, 
> 
> and for me, helped secure my budding “manhood.” It greatly aided 
> 
> my desire to fit in, to be considered someone who was physically 
> 
> tough. Sports allowed me to be good at something and respected at 
> 
> the same time. Academic excellence wasn’t even a close second.
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> 
> 
> 
> 
> It was impossible then, in the 1950s and 1960s, just as it probably 
> 
> still is, to be sports-crazy and not worship competition. When I 
> 
> played, I wanted to win. Defeat bothered me; there was never a game 
> 
> that I didn’t do whatever I could to win. This often led me to behave 
> 
> badly. I had no sympathy for teammates whose performance was below par. 
> 
> I’d yell and scream at them. Once when I was fifteen and pitching 
> 
> in an important contest, our third baseman dropped an easy pop fly. 
> 
> I shouted an obscenity at him. My father was watching the game and 
> 
> was so angry at my outburst that he came onto the field and told me 
> 
> to apologize. To little effect, however; I wasn’t chastened and didn’t 
> 
> change my behavior." . . .                         
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