Those of you who have never juggled and in particular never passed clubs with other jugglers, will probably not understand this missive. Those who have will recognize the sensation described within.

It is a special feeling-- you are passing clubs and Oops! you drop one. No big deal, you just wait for the right moment to bend down and pick it up. You pass again as you are standing up and look at your partner.

He is not passing you a club and neither does he have an extra laying around. And there is something, well, expectant about his expression.

Your brain slips into overdrive as you realize that somewhere-- where you can NOT see it-- there is a club heading your way, destined to leave a mark.

Exciting, isn't it?