Coming off the squash court, my father, like many men of his generation, was a man in control of the court but not his sweat. I pale in comparison. I sweat, but it lacks the heavy intensity of my fathers. I don't lose sleep over it, but I do dream that I am a pro basketballer.1
1. Madeleine suggested that this all seemed really homoerotic/homopaternoerotic. I don't have any response. Won't stoop to dignify that with a response.2
2. If I did it would be "I ran the 1500m for the West side of Christchurch and sweated for my city."