Tripping Over My Third Leg
I entered the tennis courts yesterday evening with a swagger. I was so confident I was going to win. As far as I was concerned, the only thing I had to watch out for was not tripping over my third leg. Victory was mine. I have that killer instinct on the tennis courts. I can quickly deduce your weaknesses and use it against you. While you are happily playing a game of tennis, I am going full throttle aggressive on your ass putting the final nail in your coffin.
Well.... that is how it is suppose to happen. I took the first set from Whipping Boy 6-4 while leading the entire way. Soon afterwards, I went up 3-1 in the second set. Whipping Boy surely must see that "L" quickly coming on the horizon. Things were going so smoothly for me and we were only 40 minutes into our tennis play! Three more wins and I effectively demonstrate to Whipping Boy his station in life. I was three wins away from securing the inevitable.
Then the horrible happened. I lost my swagger. I went limp like a noodle. Whipping Boy got the big hard-on and put together a string of victories to the tune of 9 straight. I lost the second set 6-3 in shocking fashion and was suddenly stumbling down 4-0 in the third. In my mind, this was turning into a HORRIBLE quagmire! I finally wrestled one game away from Whipping Boy. Usually, one single victory will spur my confidence to put together an unbelievable string of W's on my opponent's ass. Would history repeat itself? Would the Charlie Brown of tennis choke on my wad once more or would Lucy finally let him kick the ball?
Charlie Brown kicked that fucking football out of my endzone! By the end of the match, Whipping Boy had spectacularly taken 11 out of the last 12 games to win the match 4-6, 6-3, 6-1. It was NOT my day to win. In light of the looming loss nipping at his heels, it was a remarkable display of competitive play. Because of this, I'll finally have to give Whipping Boy the credit he deserves:
Brett's World Rankings:
1. Whipping Boy
2. Brett
3. E-Shrew
4. E-Twin
5. Heath
6. Peppy
Well.... that is how it is suppose to happen. I took the first set from Whipping Boy 6-4 while leading the entire way. Soon afterwards, I went up 3-1 in the second set. Whipping Boy surely must see that "L" quickly coming on the horizon. Things were going so smoothly for me and we were only 40 minutes into our tennis play! Three more wins and I effectively demonstrate to Whipping Boy his station in life. I was three wins away from securing the inevitable.
Then the horrible happened. I lost my swagger. I went limp like a noodle. Whipping Boy got the big hard-on and put together a string of victories to the tune of 9 straight. I lost the second set 6-3 in shocking fashion and was suddenly stumbling down 4-0 in the third. In my mind, this was turning into a HORRIBLE quagmire! I finally wrestled one game away from Whipping Boy. Usually, one single victory will spur my confidence to put together an unbelievable string of W's on my opponent's ass. Would history repeat itself? Would the Charlie Brown of tennis choke on my wad once more or would Lucy finally let him kick the ball?
Charlie Brown kicked that fucking football out of my endzone! By the end of the match, Whipping Boy had spectacularly taken 11 out of the last 12 games to win the match 4-6, 6-3, 6-1. It was NOT my day to win. In light of the looming loss nipping at his heels, it was a remarkable display of competitive play. Because of this, I'll finally have to give Whipping Boy the credit he deserves:
Brett's World Rankings:
1. Whipping Boy
2. Brett
3. E-Shrew
4. E-Twin
5. Heath
6. Peppy
posted by Brettcajun at Friday, April 27, 2007
5 Comments:
You're simply losing your touch Brett. HEHEHE! Maybe it's because old age is creeping up on you...must be that birthday coming up in another six weeks or so. LMAO!
Ah.......Someone who knows the game of tennis. Or thinks he does. As much as tennis is a physical game, it is equally a mind game. You should never go out on the court with full force showing everything you got at the beginning. You do that at the beginning of the second set. That takes the opponent by surprise and then he starts to fret and get irritated. One advantage for me is that I am a lefty and most right-handers serve or volley to what they thought would be my weak side. :-D
Oh bummer, Brett! I'd like to challenge your whipping boy someday. :-)
Brian D.
So, was it the length or the girth of that thing that messed you all up? I hate it when that happens.
Well I am unsure how to respond to this momentous occasion. Should I be humble? sarcastic? gracious? Brett-like in my approach????
I guess I would just like to make several points:
1)Brushstrokes should not try to make excuses for Tabooli, I mean BrettCajun. Yes, Brettcajun is getting ready to add another birthday in Mid-june firmly landing him in middle age but as he was so nice to point out to me as i made my birthday this past Monday I am OLD. Thats what happens when you get to your 40's Brett calls you old. So young studly Tabooli, I mean Brett Cajun lost to an old man.
2) The win Thursday was not my first win as some of you might think, but is a continuation of the recent slide Tabooli, I mean Brett Cajun has been in with our recent tennis matches.
3) But my most important comment is that BrettCajun, I mean Tabooli has grown as a tennis opponent. He is a much better sport as he plays but he still remains the fierce competitor. It is great to see him evolve into a complete player.
Guys I only have one warning that as he begins to see the match slipping away he resorts to unfair tactics to try and win. I mean its just not fair as you are trying to serve for Tabooli-Cajun to distract you by removing the shirt and doing a jiggy dance. Oh well 4-6, 6-3, 6-1 tastes sweet too
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