跪求高手帮忙翻译这篇英语文章.咱英语无能啊..不要机翻.谢谢.I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most surprising and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and suggested we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an easy victory. After all, Ed's idea of exercise has always been nothing more effort-making than lifting a fork to his mouth. As long as I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and strangel

跪求高手帮忙翻译这篇英语文章.咱英语无能啊..不要机翻.谢谢.
I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most surprising and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and suggested we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an easy victory. After all, Ed's idea of exercise has always been nothing more effort-making than lifting a fork to his mouth. As long as I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and strangely proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers. Although the family often joked 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 notice, I was so surprised that I was speechless. My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape. As a result, at the point in our game when I'd have predicted（预计）the score to be a bout 9 to 1 in my favor, it was instead 7 to 9-and Ed was leading. The sudden realization was painful. We continued to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious doubts about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone scoring 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 respect.