Once a Whipping Boy... ALWAYS a Whipping Boy!

I haven't played tennis in almost four months. Ever since the disappointing rainout in Austin in early March, I swore off tennis for good. I let my tennis play fall by the wayside, so I could ramp up my workouts.

Well this afternoon, I finally had a match against my old arch-nemesis Whipping Boy. He had been practicing with a buttbuddy of his in New Orleans. I haven't played squat. When we were warming up, I got nervous. Whipping Boy was hitting very hard and very accurately. My shots were hit hard too... but WAY off the mark. I was shitting. I had the scary feeling that it was going to be a slaughter... and I was going to be the one slaughtered.

Whipping Boy was sharp as he rattled off three straight victories and had a 3-0 lead in the first set. I had the red-ass. I was NOT going down like this! I was NOBODY'S WHIPPING BOY! Well, Whipping Boy tried his damnest to deny me one single victory, for he knew that one victory was all I needed to fuel a string of victories on his ass.

And then it came... a miraculous streak that was fueled by pure hatred of losing. I was numb on adrenaline as I used intense concentration, strategy and a surging self-confidence to seize the reigns from my impending doom.

And boy did I! I rattled off NINE straight victories on his ass before he knew what hit him. I won the first set 6-3, and was leading 3-0 in the second set before Whipping Boy snatched another victory. That wouldn't be matched again until it was far too late. Whipping Boy succumbed to a 6-2 loss in the second set. I won in straight sets 6-3, 6-2 in just under an hour of play.

NEW TENNIS SEASON RANKINGS:
1. Brett (1-0)
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99. Whipping Boy (0-1)

To get on this tennis rankings chart, you have to play me.

PS: Don't feel too sorry for Whipping Boy. Me winning in this fashion just says that all is back right in the universe!