Friday, November 30, 2007


Tonight, I beat Heath 6-3, 6-2 in a fiercely competitive match. We must have hit 50 shots that we thought were unreturnable, only to find out to our shock and dismay that the other one could get to it. It was a fast action match that had plenty winners and lots of hauling ass. I am now sitting pretty in the Queen's Cup at 2-3 with two more matches tomorrow. That's right Jeff from Ohio. Suck on my left nut. This was my fourth match in the last 48 hours. I must have a death wish. Tomorrow, I face nemesis Monte, while E.Shrew battles Whipping Boy. I am calling it Separation Saturday! Can I complete the turnaround? Don't count me out. I am the Comeback Kid! ;)

The Queen's Cup Standings:

1. Monte (1-0) 1.00 winning percentage
2. E.Shrew (1-0) 1.00 winning percentage
3. Heath (1-1) .500 winning percentage
4. Brettcajun (2-3) .400 winning percentage
5. Whipping Boy (0-1) .000 winning percentage

I am Warrior: Your Head My Pike

The fact that you, blog reader, actively root against me only fuels the fire in my belly. Yeah punk... you've been called out! The only way to restore order in my universe, is to bring back the winning tradition. Then respect will surely follow.

My second Queen's Cup match this week happens at approximately 7:00pm tonight on the West Bank. This is a must win game for me. Though Heath is sporting a perfect 1-0 record in the Queen's Cup, that is WAY ABOVE his historical average. It is my mission to put his winning percentage back down to .500. Then down to .250 and so on until he hits rock bottom.

Don't feel sorry for him. Heath has grown cocky from his rare victory. He has the audacity to think that he can string back-to-back victories together. The very thought that Heath thinks he can put another big "L" on my ass makes me spit fire. IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN!

Why? Because I am a warrior. When I am this focused and intent on defeating a foe, Heath has no chance. I just hope for his sake, the villager charged with the duty of collecting the dead has a wooden wheel wagon ready. Woe is his kingdom tonight. Cracking knuckles.


Thursday, November 29, 2007

Smite my enemies

After an embarrasing war campaign a couple weeks ago in which I went 0-3 against bitter rivals in the Queen's Cup, I have turned the corner. I beat up on Whipping Boy 4-6, 6-2, 6-3 last night. I hit five shots against the net that dramatically dropped down on his side unreturnable. Not only that, I relentlessly attacked his WEAK backhand. No longer having a strong and impressive serve left Whipping Boy with no weapons. Poor Whipping Boy has now dropped in the Queen's Cup standings with the worst winning percentage. My mission now is to defeat the smug Heath, impale Monte and snuff out E.Shrew in short order between now and Saturday. That would put my record at 4-3 and slap them back down to .500. Nothing would make me smile more than to put those MOFO's closer to their historical average!

Queen's Cup Standings:
1. Monte (1-0) 1.000 winning percentage
2. Heath (1-0) 1.000 winning percentage
3. E.Shrew (1-0) 1.000 winning percentage
4. Brettcajun (1-3) .250 winning percentage
5. Whipping Boy (0-1) .000 winning percentage

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

PROOF that E.Shrew is a Martyr

I just busted a gut laughing at an endearing ROAST. Thanks Patrick! You know exactly what to do to make me laugh at myself! I think you just soared in the polls at the next Brettcajun Hater's Club Presidential Elections. ;)

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Blog Universe Has Spoken

My inspiration for this poll was the background chatter coming back and forth to me to stop posting about tennis. There were threats of a Jihad from the Blogger Investigative Committee if I posted over my allowed quota. Hell, Homer even told me he disliked my tennis posts in our last TWO personal phone conversations. Hmpfh! So, I began to think about other bloggers that seem to post a lot about something they like to do, make or think about.

I am not surprised that Homer's Lemon Meringue Pie ran such a competitive race. He's a lot like me in being up for a big game, so I know he was whipping up support. :) And Moby... what a steady vote getter his amazing talent is! In whatever poll I list him in, Moby steadily garners votes and comes away with an impressive vote count every time! Kelly, Jimbo, and Atari Age all had a decent showing.

And for those of you wondering why you weren't on the poll... I can't put everybody. I have only so many people I can stir the shit with. Your time will come.

LT was purposively omitted because his name alone will hog most of the votes in any poll. I could put "WHO IS THE BIGGEST BOTTOM?" and LT would win even though Patrick deserves it more!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Finally Ready to Talk About It...

Okay... I can now bring myself to blogging again after the horrible incident on Friday. That was when the Arkansas Razorbacks shocked the #1 ranked LSU Tigers. That was enough to put a damper on my entire weekend. Apparently, the LSU Tigers go with my identity as much as jiggy dancing, narcissism, tennis, chickens, horses, and the twangy accent does. Could be worse. At least I am not known for lemon meringue pies. LOL. ;)

Believe me, I felt like I was bleeding from a cut each time I got a text message or an email with condolences for LSU's loss. They came ROLLING IN immediately after the game ended. Damn... that must have been a popular game! They even compared Hillary Clinton's campaign in Iowa to that of the LSU Tigers on Meet the Press today. Wow. Our only successful college sports program in Louisiana is pretty high profile. Makes me smile.

But let me ask you this? Where has the vaunted LSU defense gone? They haven't showed up in the last two months. Don't get me wrong, offenses scoring lots of points make college football very entertaining, but winning consistently requires some tough defense.

So, we play Large Tony's Tennessee Vols this Saturday in the SEC Championship. It looks like Tennessee doesn't have much of a defense either right now. Don't be surprised if this is LSU's third triple OT game. UGH! My heart can't take anymore sudden death OT games. So... can't we just blow out the Vols?

Friday, November 23, 2007

The Day After: Checking Your Fat

Whew. So far so good. I was a TOTAL PIG yesterday. The Shrew and I had two platefuls at my Mama's house. MMMmmm... it sure was good. Fried Turkey, baked turkey, fried pork loin, gravy, cranberry sauce, Cherry Mole, stuffing, warm bread, asparagus, sweet potato coconut thingees, pumpkin casserole, pecan pie, carrot cake, etc. We must have had 10 different types of food on our plate each serving. Then Mama served us this wonderful dessert with some kind of special sauce. MMMmmm... it was all good. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because of time spent with family and the best eating all year!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thankful on Thanksgiving Day

I had to say goodbye to a seven year relationship with my Nissan Pathfinder. At 155,000 miles, she was showing her age so I traded her in for a new Pontiac Torrent.

In times of helping out, my Dad comes through time and time again. Thank you, Dad! You are a great provider for your family. I am truly very thankful. Our socialist family system may not make sense to some... but it rocks in times like this!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Talking to DBud

I just had the pleasure of talking to DBud on the phone today. I wanted to check on how he was feeling and give him the news that E.Shrew and I will have to postpone our trip to DC until Spring 2008. What does he sound like? He actually has a nice voice. Sounds educated and sweet. :) I was kind of starstruck, but I think I was able to maintain my coolness without gushing too much like an obsessed fan. Ha Ha. It was all coolness shared. :)

The Secret to Getting Laid

Yesterday, I discovered something so powerful that it shook the foundations of the pharmaceutical industry. The tremors were so terrible, that E.Shrew had to make the rare move of employing cockblocking. Something he ordinarily doesn't have to do.

My discovery was a freak accident with odds of 1:1,000,000 of it ever happening again. The seeds were sewn when I recently created something called, "The Queen's Cup". It was going to be a friendly standings chart of everyone I play tennis with. With my title of "Consolation Queen", I fully expected to roll over every opponent from this point on. Everyone would become Whipping Boys. I dreamed of massing a 400-0 record after pinning horrible losses on their asses. Whipping Boy 0-100. E.Shrew 0-100. Monty 0-100. Heath 0-100. The Queen's Cup would be a triumph to my Ego and a bane to their existence.

Or so I thought. Something wicked this way came. The "L" word happened. There is no word greater that I detest more than the "L" word. Afterall, my motto is "Losing is for losers!" I guess I had a target on my back. Proudly showing off my trophy right before each of our matches was probably not a good idea. It brought out the best in my competitors. The "L" word happened again and again. In fact, in 24 hours I lost ALL THREE of my matches to Monte, Heath and E.Shrew. Six hours of running around and all I had to show for it was a lousy 0-3 record. Son of a Bitch!

I was downright bitter and angry. So much so, the Shrew threatened to never ever play me again in tennis if I was going to be such a sore loser. I didn't care. I was pissed that I lost to all these people. Here I am, supposedly at the peak in my tennis skills, and I am losing!

When it was time to go out to the bars, I opened up the Shrew's closet. I rescued a tight t-shirt that had been locked up in the dark for years without seeing the light of day. I could almost hear it scream, "Finally! I am saved! Thank you!". I growled as I put it on. It was a perfect fit. I looked stone solid in it. The Shrew suddenly wanted to have sex with me. I was NOT in the mood however. I passed on it. (VERY RARE for me) I was determined to march in that bar and stay in my bitter and angry mood.

As soon as I entered the Bourbon Pub, something was clearly amiss. As I began the fruit loop around the bar, I noticed mouths suddenly drop open with THE LOOK. You know what I am talking about. The look that they just want to completely devour every inch of your body and spirit. I just walked past them with an angry scowl. There will NOT be any smiling or saying "Hiiiiii" tonight God Dammit! Grrr....

As I almost completely made the fruit loop, the hottest fucker in the bar grabbed me and kissed me. I was stunned. This guy NEVER pays attention to me. What in the hell is going on? Hottest Fucker makes a pass at me. I tell him I am bitter and angry from losing three tennis matches in the last 24 hours. He quickly gets out his cell phone and asks me for my number.

At this point, E.Shrew has already turned the corner of the bar and doesn't realize I am not right behind him. Hottest Fucker says he wants to play me in tennis even though I would probably kick his ass. So, I am giving the guy my digits and I sheepishly look over... BUSTED! The Shrew is glaring at me with his evil eye. I quickly put my tail between my legs, hug the guy bye, and head over to where E.Shrew is standing.

"Are we giving out our numbers???!!!", screaches the Shrew in a shrill tone. I lie my ass off and say that the guy simply wants to play me in tennis. I swear I heard E.Shrew's BULLSHIT METER beeping. I try my best, "Hey, it's not my fault he's fine as shit and is hung as a horse! He wants to play me in tennis!" The Shrew wasn't buying it.

Then the Shrew made me kiss him. I looked around and made sure Hottest Fucker wasn't looking and quickly pecked the Shrew on the lips. He was pissed. He wanted a longer kiss. Dammit! I remember thinking, "Dude, you are going to blow my cover!"

Then the unthinkable happens. Hottest Fucker walks over to where we are standing with his cell phone and wants to find out if I got his text message. GULP! I start nervously laughing. Umm... I didn't bring my cell phone out... but I'll respond when I get home. I am shaking with nervousness as the Shrew's Evil Eye glares upon us both.

Hottest Fucker asks, "Is this your boyfriend?" In that second, my first instinct was to say, "No. Who? Him? Oh... puh leazzze! I don't even know him!" A quick vision of my shit and my dogs being hurled over the balcony of the Shrew's second floor condo quickly flashed in my head. My brain sent the correct instruction to my mouth to say, "Yessssss.... this is my (SIGH).... boyfriend." I cringed having to saying it.

I introduced the two rivals for my love and we shared an awkward five minutes of nodding and smiling. The Shrew proudly put his arm around me. With the cockblocking noose now firmly in place, Hottest Fucker soon left my side. My loins screamed, "Nooooooooo!!!!! Wait a minute.... come back!!!" He didn't. So, I had to settle for hanging around the boyfriend and our friend Greg the rest of the night. Blah.

So we get home and the Shrew wants to pounce again. I was still bitter and angry about losing, so I kept my knees locked. A rare occurrence.

It is at this point that I discovered the secret to getting laid. Walking around bitter and angry actually turns some people's crank! No matter what put me in that mood... my chances of getting laid increased ten fold! Hmmm... no more smiling ear to ear for me from this point forward! Try this on your next visit to the local gym or bar! ;)

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Queen's Cup - Dogs Have their Day

There were some complaints about me counting a win against Whipping Boy before everyone knew all the details of "The Queen's Cup". As a result, I am removing THAT game from the standings. Monte shockingly kicked my ass today 6-2, 6-2 at City Park. The match was A LOT closer than the score indicated. I am still PISSED I lost this morning. Just wait until next time! Grrr... Then a couple hours later, I lost to Heath 7-6, 6-3. OH MY GAWD! I am 0-2 on the very first day of the Queen's Cup. Noooooo!!!! 38 games, 4 hours of play, sore as fuck, and I am 0-2. Then the Shrew beat me today after all my muscles were sore. Makes me feel like hanging up my racquet and giving BJ's on the street corner. UGH.

Since all the GLTA tennis tournaments are over for the year, it is a great time to reset all the rankings. These are all the regular buds I play in tennis in the New Orleans area. To play in the Queen's Cup, you must agree to play full matches. Only matches between these players will count in the standings. The season ends on April 14, 2008, which begins the week of New Orleans FIRST GLTA Tennis Tournament ever! Since not everyone will get to play as many games as others, the player with the HIGHEST WINNING PERCENTAGE wins the Queen's Cup. Good Luck!

1. Monte (1-0)
2. Heath (1-0)
3. E.Shrew (1-0)
4. Whipping Boy
5. Brettcajun (0-3)

Whipping Boy Appreciation Day!

Have you hugged your Whipping Boy today? You should. I am designating today as "Whipping Boy Appreciation Day". I beat my Whipping Boy 6-3, 6-4 on a ghetto Tennis Court last night. He sure makes me feel like a champion. :)

Throughout history, it seems everyone has a Whipping Boy. Coke has Pepsi. LSU has Ole Miss (GO TO HELL OLE MISS!). Madonna has Mariah Carey. The United States has France. (If it wasn't for us, you'd be speaking German!) The blog Brettcajun has _______________. Naa... I had better not go there. I don't need angry rants in my inbox from fans of that boring blogger.

To help celebrate this very special day, name a Whipping Boy here and give some appreciation!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

CJ makes me feel like a Celebrity!

I feel like I am on Page Six in the New York Post. I DO remember someone shouting something at me on the court. Thanks for putting the bee sting where it needed to go! ;) These pics are SOOO much better than those cheesy pose pics I typically do! THANKS!

My PSA Helps My Dog Sleep

Feel free to play my video when your rambunctious rugrat is not ready for bed. TRY IT! IT REALLY WORKS! :)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Certified "REAL" by Brettcajun

I met this blogger while in Houston: CJ. His blog is NOT safe for work... but VERY NICE. At first, I wasn't sure if CJ was going to be able to meet me. But he did! He showed up on Sunday at 2pm to watch me play in a doubles match. He was shocked I was short. Whoops. Usually, I warn people that I am a pocket faggot at 5'7". Even if we didn't spend a whole lot of time together, it was nice to meet a person behind their blog. CJ is a handsome Bear with plenty of hair on top of his head. :) It was a pleasure to meet him. Thanks for showing up. I appreciate the blessed opportunity in just meeting you!

Monday, November 12, 2007

Suck on this Jeff:

Jeff's Ohio State team lost over the weekend. Aww... poor Jeff. The SEC's premiere team, LSU, is back to #1 in every major poll (including the critical BCS). If LSU (9-1) can finish out their remaining schedule and knock off the weaker SEC East Champion in Atlanta, then we will be playing for the BCS National Championship! WOOHOO! GEAUX TIGERS!

In response to these latest developments, Jeff's Haters Club has released the following video:

Consolation Queen

When the wonderfully charming Pete and I were abruptly ousted by the #1 and #2 seeds, we were each flung into the Consolation Tournament for every player who lost in the first round. Before we even played our two singles matches on Saturday, we told each other that we would see each other in the Finals. Boy, were we right! We each had to play and win two single pro sets on Saturday to setup the showdown.

I was a little intimidated. We had twelve people sitting on benches and standing up watching our game! Pete brought his dad. That was sweet. I brought my old man who first taught me the game... Coach Tim. I was jittery but VERY excited to be playing in a finals game to be witnesses by so many people.

I just had to ham it up after I won the first set 6-3. It was so nice for my opponent and I to get applause whenever one of us would make a great play. It felt exhilirating. I was able to tune the crowd out while I was playing, but I did enjoy all the cheering when one of us did something truly awesome on the court.

And here is my trophy! I defeated Pete 6-3, 1-6, 6-3. The key to my victory was my legs. I was able to get to every ball Pete hit. I also brought constant pressure to the net. In the end, we had both played the best game of our lives. It was an intense battle that I'll never forget! So... I am Consolation Queen! My first trophy!

Doubles Defeat

Pictured here is me and my GREAT doubles partner Tim. He was the #1 seed in our draw and playing in the singles Finals game against the #2 seed who beat me.

My doubles partner and I were 3-0 this weekend before we faced Francisco and Kevin in what would serve as the Doubles Championship Game. One of our victories was because a member for another team was a no show yesterday. I felt bad for his doubles partner who had to forfeit their game. That was pretty shitty to leave your doubles partner stranded all day.

These are the guys (Francisco and Kevin) that beat us yesterday in doubles. My partner Tim was unable to move much in the match because of severe cramping. He told me that he was going to have to withdraw because he couldn't move or jump and he was nauseous. I encouraged him to try to play through it. Even if we were sure to lose, I wanted us to try. Predictably, we got waxed.

I didn't mind one bit. Of all the people I could think of losing to, these guys would be the best in my book! We couldn't have lost to the friendliest duo on the courts. :) I am glad they won the Doubles Championship. Way to go!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Bounce Back Saturday!

I was on a mission. After getting waxed by the #2 seed on Friday, I was facing elimination. My back was against the wall. The defeat immediately put me in the Consolation Tournament with the other seven players that lost their first Singles match. We played an eight game Pro Set. I eliminated two very worthy opponents yesterday morning and guaranteed a spot in the Finals today against my buddy Pete. We play this morning at Lee LeClear Tennis Center at 9:30am.

In our first doubles match, my partner Tim and I faced the toughest team in the round robin. I was nervous as fuck because our opponents were two of the best tennis players on the court. Joe, who knocked me out first round in singles, was looking across the net at me. I had revenge on my mind. And fear...

My Doubles Partner Tim was GREAT at calming me down and talking me through each game. He was a monster on the court and worthy of his #1 seed in our tournament. The other team was nervous everytime he was in front of the net. Our opponents had Match Point THREE TIMES and lost it. We went to a seven point tie-breaker and beat them surprisingly 7-1. With at least 5 other people watching our entire match, it was the most memorable game I have ever played. Upsetting these favorites made it extra sweet. :)

Today, we have a doubles match at noon and a HUGE match against formidable Francisco and Kevin at 2pm. The match against Francisco and Kevin will serve as a PAYBACK game for me. They beat Brian D. and I last month in Dallas 7-5, 7-5. I am ready to administer some whoopass! The winner of this 2pm game will win the Doubles Championship. I am ready! :)

Friday, November 09, 2007


Well, I was ousted out of the Singles tournament by the very good looking #2 seed Joe. I had a gameplan. When I executed my game plan of playing aggressively and rushing the net, it worked superbly. The first set was tied 2-2. So far... so good. But then I abandoned my strategy. I began playing further back at the baseline and trying to hit better than my opponent. BIG MISTAKE. Joe is the most consistent player I have ever faced. He rarely made an unforced error. I had no chance in a game of who will hit it out first?

The only time I showed great play was when I was right in front of the net. But I kept having these nagging feelings that sooner or later, Joe was going to start burning me if I stayed at the net every play. What a dumbass move! Joe raced ahead and I ended up losing in disasterous fashion 6-2, 6-1. My Hater's Club cheers! :(

The funny thing is that Joe even told me that I should have stuck with attacking the net the entire match. It was a strength that I should not have abandoned. Hearing this from my opponent was what I needed to hear. Why do I always plan for these type of games, yet fail in execution time and time again? Why do I forget everything I learned when I am on the court in a Tournament? UGH. I am REALLY unhappy with my boneheadness right now.

So, now I enter tomorrow's Consolation Tournament at 8am. Then I play two Doubles Matches. I made it to the Consolation Finals last year in Houston. I hope I have similar success. I certainly feel like I have a lot more to prove and play for right now. I'll let you know how I do tomorrow. I could potentially play 70-100 games in one day tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Thursday, November 08, 2007


This Coonass has finally arrived in Houston. You can tell you are not in Louisiana anymore when you go from listening to many Cajun radio stations to a bunch of Hispanic ones. Not that there is anything wrong with them. It just seems the production values are just not as slick. Plus, I don't know what they are singing about.

I am here for the Houston tournament. I am staying at my tennis coach Tim's house through Sunday. This is the LAST tennis tournament I'll be participating in for at least four months. Yes, tennis season is winding down. That means I'll have to get a real hobby. Like working out. Or giving BJ's on street corners. Which should I take up?

I am very intimidated by the draw because I play a high seed in the bracket. This guy has a 22-11 record in the last two years and he recently smashed the competition in a DC Tennis Tournament held in September. I am skeered! Will I choke? Or will I finally bring my smashmouth tennis game to a tournament? If I shall lose at 9:30am tomorrow morning, there is still the consolation tournament and the doubles tournament to look forward to. I am guaranteed to play at least five matches this weekend. That is plenty opportunity to be successful at something. I HOPE!

Tonight, I am gong to JR's for the Draw Party. I will probably only have a couple beers. I need to be well rested and without a hangover for my intense match tomorrow morning. A BJ wouldn't hurt either! Just no kissing... I don't want to risk a stomach bug on the Eve of this tournament. Us Catholics must always take precaution against God punishing us. I think getting a BJ will be okay. ;)

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Always Give Respect to your Elders

As we junior bloggers mature into the blogosphere, it is a rite of passage to respect our elders. On my 750th post, I would like to pay homage to one of the ancients. I am referring to Jimbo. He has reached his 2,000th post. Most bloggers do not reach this great milestone. They get a life, a real job or a real boyfriend.

I would like to personally give accolades to Jimbo for actually having 2,000 things to talk about. His blog is always refreshing and never dull. He is not afraid to put pictures of himself on his blog. His blog is one of the ten I go to every day because it is not cob-webby at all. He's REAL.

Sometimes there is twink rage expressed, but Jimbo never stays in that mode for more than a few days (unlike others). Jimbo puts fun pictures that make me smile. He is also socially conscience of important matters to the gay community. I appreciate being the grasshopper when Jimbo educates. I love the rugby stories and pictures that make him look like he is 5' 2".

Personally, I would like to see more Charlene. She's fabulous! Lord knows, I have fantasized many a night seeing the shadow of her big hair on the walls of my bedroom. It gives me a boner thinking about Charlene's voluptuous lips putting bright red lipstick on the Slab.

Happy 2,000th blogpost Jimbo! You brighten my day every morning. :)

With that in mind, it is with great pleasure that I want to announce that I may very well be in DC next month to meet Jimbo and his Meerkat sidekick. I look forward to grooming and picking any nits I find. I'll be sure to bring a big banana for proper training. If we can just get all the contracts properly signed between my camera crew and their publicists, this may happen! :)

Monday, November 05, 2007

My Inner Anger Twink: Shut Up B*tch!

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Momentum on the Courts

I reached a low in losing a match to Whipping Boy last Saturday. It was a shocking upset to such an inferior opponent. Since that embarrassing loss, I have defeated three straight regular opponents in the last four days. Today, I beat Heath 6-1, 6-4 on the Westbank. I helped my victory by going shirtless in the second set. :) He was definitely distracted. In fairness to Heath, we did play a third set for the hell of it and he won that one 6-4.

All this momentum is coming at an excellent time. The Houston tennis tournament is coming this Friday. With tennis season winding down, I want to make a statement in Houston. I plan to play balls-to-the-wall aggressive. Look out HouTex competitors!

Saturday, November 03, 2007


At 4:00pm Central, I'll be downing some Bud Lites watching the LSU/Alabama game at the Bourbon Pub. We play LSU's former TRAITOR coach Nick Saban in a big SEC West game. The Bama Nation is ready to end it's recent futility against the bengal tigers. I, for one, would like to see LSU drub them once again for old times sakes. ;)

I absolutely love that the gay bars in New Orleans support the NFL's Saints and the LSU Tigers. I heard bitching last week from some queens, "I hate football! Why are they playing this here?" LOL. Nellie faggots. And don't give me shit about the name calling. Gay men are woefully behind in sports appreciation and I find it appalling.

By the way, today has already started out on a good note. I beat a hot jock earlier 6-4, 6-4 on the clay courts at City Park. It was so much fun lobbing the ball way over his head when he aggressively charged the net. He is very fun to watch because he gets MAD. It's not too hard to get him riled up by being cocky. I enjoyed playing spoiler today and avenging an earlier loss. We may very well get a rematch tomorrow morning. I'd love to pin another loss on his ass. :) That's MEGA bragging rights around the bars this weekend in New Orleans. :)