Of laughter not being always the best medicine

As I discovered at badminton last night. :P

We were playing doubles (as usual :P ), and my partner had just taken a shot near the net. He played it close to the net as well, and our opponent hit it back up, high but not too far back. I was at the back, so I called out to my partner that it was his (since it was likely that he would be able to step back in time). But he had already crouched down to let me take the shot.

Somehow I managed to reach the shuttle in time to hit it across the net. In the meantime, my partner, hearing me say "yours", thought that all was lost and had already started to move away. As the opponent returned my shot, he went "Eh? Are we still in the game?" LOL

But somehow that isn't the worst part. The opponent had returned another high shot. I was actually quite well-positioned to return this shot, but I was cracking up with laughter...what with the misunderstanding, and the lucky fluke that got the first shot over the net...and my partner's reaction. So with a mixture of "no energy to move forward" and "no energy to hit", for this second shot I somehow managed to touch the shuttle but not hard enough, so it went into the net. (whereas it was a convenient one to smash :| )

Oh gosh, laughter definitely killed it this time. Wahahahaha...I still want to laugh when I think of this :D