Finding My Manhood

Tennis tournaments are funny. When you are sore and cranky from lots of playing, you tend to shed any nervousness or anxiety on the courts. On the second day of the New Orleans tournament, I won both my singles matches to advance to the Consolation Finals. This time I didn't choke and blow a lead.

At 9am tomorrow, I play a very good slicer named Alec. He is from Brazil, but lives in New Orleans. I will definitely have my hands full. If I have any chance of winning, I'll have to display a full assault of aggression at the net. Stay tuned for the results...