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I played a racquetball(壁球) game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most 1and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and2we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an3 victory. After all, Ed's idea of 4has always been nothing more5than lifting a fork to his mouth.6 I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and7proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers. Although the family often8about that, Ed refused to buy a9T-shirt or to lose weight. So when Ed10for our game not only with the bottom of his shirt gathered inside his trousers but also with a stomach you could hardly11, I was so surprised that I was12. My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape.13, at the point in our game when I'd have predicted（预计）the score to be about 9 to 1 in my favor, it was147 to 9—and Ed was15. The sudden realization was painful. We 16 to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious 17about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone18that many points. When the game finally ended, both of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to19. In a way, I think we both won: I the game, but cousin Ed my 20.
