High Noon on the Ponderosa
Sometimes you must stand up and be a real man. A rival gunslinger is coming after me. Sporting a shiny pistol, he has every intent on making me a notch on his belt loop.
What am I talking about? I am talking about the Flex League playoffs. While he won his division, I put on a decent performance to finish second in my division.
This outlaw is one badass on the tennis court. He is known for having a killer serve, screaming temper tantrums, and throwing racquets. Just last week, he hit E.Shrew's female double partner in the forehead with a tennis ball. He even tried to take away the Shrew's manhood by hitting him in the crotch. In other words, he is one bad ass motherfucker.
And I have to play him at 5:30pm today in G-Town. We have never played each other in singles, but I have a woeful 0-4 record against him in doubles. It's high noon on the Ponderosa and he's coming after me. Gulp!
posted by Brettcajun at Wednesday, June 17, 2009
6 Comments:
I see that Sweet Home Alabma had a profound effect on you.
Good Luck! Remember, play your game and don't let him dictate the points.
Kick His Fucking Ass.
SNIFF. I raced out to a 5-1 lead in the first set. In his own words, "you were kicking my ass hitting those corners and you weren't missing anything!" Unfortunately, I got stuck in a safe/tentative mode and stayed there. I hung on to win the first set 6-4, but he blew me out the second set 6-1. In the 10 point tiebreaker 3rd set, he beat me 10-6. Ugh. I am proud of my play and he complimented how well I hit the ball. We will play future matches together because it was lots of fun.
At least you made him work really hard for the win. Good for you - now fly to Boston for your massage.
Great job...at least you made him work for it.
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