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The game I'll talk about is badminton, which I've been playing on and off since I was a teenager, though these days it's become a fairly regular Sunday morning thing rather than something occasional. I usually play with my father, actually, which started almost by accident — he needed a partner after his usual one moved away, and I happened to be free, and it's more or less stuck ever since. We play at a covered court near where he lives, generally early, before it gets too hot and before the court fills up with the more serious players who take it a lot more seriously than we do. What I enjoy about it isn't really the competitive side, if I'm honest, we don't keep particularly strict score half the time, it's more the rhythm of it, the fact that you can't think about anything else while a shuttle's coming at you, which makes it one of the few times in my week my mind actually goes quiet. There's also something I like about doing it with my father specifically, at this point in both our lives — we're not great conversationalists with each other normally, but on the court there's this easy, wordless understanding, him setting up an easy shot for me when I'm clearly tired, me doing the same for him without either of us mentioning it. It's become less about the game itself and more about that hour we spend together.