Relative Something

I broke my floorball stick last week. Heartbreaking loss, it is. Even Kitty seemed a bit distressed over it. I really need to improve my skills to a level that involves a lot less flailing in desperation. These things ain’t cheap! To that point, I kept my old stick, that partially fractured long ago, and have prolonged its life by creating a crude splint out of random materials at hand. It has already more than served its purpose as a backup. I think it is a pretty good strategy to play a sport that involves equipment that wears out before you do. It doesn’t always work that way, but maybe if I keep thinking like that, I can prolong the success of breaking sticks instead of tearing muscles.