I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most___________and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and___________we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an___________victory. After all, Ed's idea of _________has always been nothing more_________than lifting a fork to his mouth. As far as I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and _________proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers. Although the family often___________about that，Ed refused to buy a larger T-shirt or to lose weight. So when Ed arrived for our game not only with the bottom of his shirt gathered inside his trousers but also with a stomach you could hardly_________,   I was so surprised that I was_________. My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape. __________, at the point in our game when I'd have predicted the score to be about 9 to 1 in my favor, it was ____________7 to 9—and Ed was __________. The sudden realization was painful. We continued to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious______________about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone______________that many points. When the game finally ended, both of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to move . In a way, I think we both won: I the game, but cousin Ed my __________.