The following article is the first contribution to our blog from my lovely cousin Lauren. Lauren along with her boyfriend Alex are leaders in Cup and Ball in the Kingston area. Thanks Lauren… please send us more anytime! Russell Out…

Cup and Ball beats gravity!
I try never to take any one thing too seriously. For me, that is what cup and ball is all about. For beginners it’s all about getting that first one in, having the skill to sink that ball in its cup. Saying: “Fuck you cup and ball! I’ve mastered you at last!” After the initial victory you might say having a good record is what you want. From three in a row, to five, to ten, to twenty, it could go on indefinitely, but for me it has become something different. Cup and ball is my relaxation.
You might say “But Lauren, how can something so clicky and annoying be relaxing?”
Well sure, it is frustrating at first, all those misses and your friends thinking you’re weird and anti-social. After a while though, you calm down and realize that no one cares what your record is except you, and it’s your attitude that counts.
My record was fifteen for ages, and I thought it would never change. I would get to thirteen or fourteen, get all nervous, and without fail the ball would hit the rim and I would throw the stupid thing across the room (yeah, I’m like five years old). Then one day I was in a bad mood, and I had some time to kill, so I sat down on the couch and played some cup and ball. As I played I felt better, and since I was distracted with angry visions of killing all humans, I managed fifty-one old schools before missing. It’s practically Zen (not the killing, but the other thing) like meditation, or listening to music, or drinking tea on a cold day. Relaxing.
I like to play at the bus stop. It provides a good cement-coloured background. I like to play while the water is boiling to make tea (it’s a good distraction, lest you watch the pot). I like to play outside of classrooms (my record changed from fifty-one to fifty-six right before a big presentation while I was out in the hall). I like to play in the Alphabase kitchen. I would like it in a boat, I would like it with a goat. I like to play with cup and ball, it does not bug me, not at all.

Cup and Ball gets Greecey
I went to Greece, and being cool about cup and ball helped me again. I made friends. People thought to themselves, “No one who is lame would play cup and ball alone under a tree. It looks like fun! Clearly I should get to know this poet of manual dexterity.” And they did. Cup and ball became the hit of the trip. All three dozen people played at least a minute of cup and ball and others stayed with it for hours, asking me to get them one once the trip was over. Sadly, two weeks into the trip I left my own cup and ball on the beach in the middle of the night and it was gone by morning…but somewhere in Macedonia there is a person having a great time.
I’ve sold/given cup and balls to a lot of people. Sometimes it’s a gift. A “Thanks for being my friend even though I’m a weirdo” gift, or a “Sorry your boyfriend was a big douche and broke your heart” gift, or even a “Keep your marriage exciting with THIS!”gift. Other times I am poor and can’t pay Russell myself, so I accept the money that desperate cup and ball fans stuff into my underpants.
Anyway, I’ve written a bunch, and I haven’t said a lot, but hey…that’s cup and ball.
Lauren.

Too much of a good thing