Not My First Time at the Rodeo
Drama seems to ebb and flow in my life. When it comes back and bites me on the ass, nowadays I tend to just sigh and accept it with clenched cheeks. I look at those bite marks as a rite of passage for being a gay man. As I have gracefully aged, the more I have learned to not give a shit. I guess that's the ornery old man gene exerting influence.
Except for today. I feel so slighted, that I am giving the spirit of Joan Crawford complete permission to take possession of me and do a fine reenactment inside the Pepsi Cola boardroom.
What got my panties in a wad? I'll tell you! The new tennis league season starts tonight. Last season, I had the highest winning percentage (.75) in the league for the first five weeks of play. The league coordinators decided to move me "up the ladder" to play much stiffer competition. My winning percentage dropped, but I finished the season at #8 out of 72 players. It was quite a triumph for the little guy that put a lot of hours of hard work into improving his tennis game.
Yesterday, I found out that they are starting me at the LOWEST court level tonight. WTF!? How dare you bastards! Why just last week, I went a perfect 4-0 in the Round Robin Tournament making it to the highest court level anyone could attain. Everyone I beat last week is starting one or two court levels higher than me tonight. Arrggh!
There will be hell to pay for this royal snubbing. Don't make me carry my four tennis trophies to the league's opening night. Yes... I DO have the nerve when my pride is so injured! I plan on showing up on that court with an axe to grind and a can of whoopass. As Joan Crawford would say, Don't FUCK with me fella's!
UPDATE: I won my men's league's doubles match 6-1, 6-4. I was worried at first because my doubles partner said he hadn't played in three months. He had a great serve and we made a great team. :)