Rocky, Where Do We Go From Here?

I am back on the farm in swampy marshy Louisiana. This Hilly Billy traveled far to the big city of Dallas. Gosh! I have never seen so many darn tooting skyscraping buildings before. Jeebus... would you looky at the size of that hair on the Dallas women? Hell, you could feed yer whole pig herd on Adam's meaty legs. Those stories you hear are true. Everything is big in Texas!

After four days of being gone, I sure do miss Boudreaux and Pierre. I even got a tug on the old ticker for that mean old rooster Rocky. Sheeeet.... those critters are gonna be happy to see dis old coonnass back home.

Yeah, it's true. I got me a good ol' fashioned country ass-whooping in Texas. All that preparation for nothing! In one day, my country ass just went swooooosh right out the damn tournament! It just gives me the red ass. Well, at least L S SHOE won over dem Floraduh Gaytors.

So... where do I go from here? Is my tennis career over? No. I'll pick up my britches and try again in Houston next month. My tennis coach Tim told me last night that I am my own worst enemy. The "Losing is for losers!" mantra only sets me up to not have success. I am wound up so tightly, I can't possibly play my best game. The person that showed up on the courts to face the #2 seed was not the same person slugging it out every week here in bayou country.

Don't worry Peeps... I'll be back bigger and stronger. Just you wait and see! In the meantime, I have a job to tend to. I want to continue writing my book. The fact that you laugh at the very thought of me writing a book makes me grin. Beneath all the narcissistic jiggy dancing bimboish blog behavior, is an inspired individual underneath. This old country bumpkin may just surprise you folks one day! ;)