Herself used to play croquet at work (and still does once a year in a church croquet afternoon for charity where friends were astounded by her competitive spirit). She once played the final at work in fading light and the rain wearing binbags as improvised waterproofs to the amazement of visiting Mongolian scientists who were watching from the library windows. The defeated Cambridge croquet blue stomped off in a huff having flung down his mallet while S & her partner, who hadn't taken it too seriously, high fived in triumph!
Incidentally one of the church players brings her own mallet -how's that for one-upmanship!
(who has no hand-eye coordination)