Whipping Boy: My Little Mold of Clay
The Whipping Boy project has been years in the making. When we first met, Whipping Boy was a meek man. If the ball wasn't hit within five feet of him, he was not going to get to it. Hauling ass was foreign to him.
Through intense training and the patience of a Saint, I have successfully molded my clay into a fierce fighting tennis MOFO. Last night, Whipping Boy was a hungry dog starved for a win. Whipping Boy actually bared his teeth and played his best match against me in recent memory. In fact, by the end of the night, we had each won the same number of games. ASTONISHING! Unfortunately, I won the critical games necessary to win the match. I won 1-6, 6-4, 6-3. I have that killer instinct to close out a match.
I want to applaud Whipping Boy for his finest hour though. He completely blew me out of the first set. Every single point was fiercely fought over with some amazing rallies. It was balls to the wall aggression.
Perfect timing to start ascending right before our tennis tournaments in Dallas (6 weeks away) and Houston (10 weeks away). My little mold of clay is now a mean fighting machine rising just in time for these tournaments. I pity his first round opponent who is not going to expect to face such a hungry dog in the first round. Whipping Boy is going to pull off some amazing upsets of some highly seeded players.