Last night, my muscles were sore from my head to my toes. Three days straight of obsessive compulsive gym time will do that to you. There was not a muscle bear around to relieve the soreness of my tense muscles or help me with a release. It was close to bedtime for me.
Then I got the call. The GIANT wanted a late night tennis rematch. I looked at the clock. I was tired and sleepy. But being the competitor that I am, I said "BRING IT ON MOFO!" As I waited for the Giant to arrive on the tennis court of dreams, I practiced my serve. The night was calm and the sky was full of stars. I heard the loud footsteps. The ground shook with each step. The stars were suddenly blacked out. The Giant had arrived.
Game on. We played fiercely competitively in the first four games resulting in a 2 - 2 tie during the early part of the first set. It was enough experience to measure up my opponent, know his weaknesses, and exploit them. I ran roughshod over my enemy combatant and won the first set 6-3. If the first set was competitive, the second set was a game between the Temple Owls and USC. With the speed of the Concorde and pinpoint accuracy, I hit the ball in the open areas Giant couldn't cover. I played stealth tennis. When Giant wasn't trying to race after those bullets, he was trying to lodge my swift serves back over the net. My serve game was UP and it cost Giant some badly needed points. His ultimate undoing was not being able to cover his side of the court as I expertly placed my shots. The Giant came crashing down to his knees in a humiliating defeat 6-1.
FINAL SCORE: 6-3, 6-1