When Friends Become Prey:

Once upon a time, a group of individuals engaged in friendly tennis play. Sure, there were bad line calls, diva-like temper tantrums and lots of megalomania. If you were to witness the flurry of text messages flying around, you would think we were all part of the U.N. Security Council.

Welcome to my world where the drama often swirls thicker than molasses. It's a cutthroat world filled with characters such as: "the Devil", "Whipping Boy", "the Bully", and "Evil Shrew".

Peace always held us warring factions together until one fateful day. In a historic tennis match, Whipping Boy and I drop kicked the Devil and his partner in three straight sets. It was a game marred by foes being hit with the ball, poor sportsmanship, and lots of smirking. The repercussions were so bad, that it splintered the tennis group for six months.

Since that time, I have personally had a falling out with BOTH Whipping Boy and E.Shrew over various misunderstandings and perceived slights. I could go into the intricate details, but I'll spare you the drama.

The HouTex 29 starts this Friday, November 6th. Rather than play in a higher division where I have found limited success, I chose to play in the same division as Whipping Boy and E.Shrew. Satisfaction can't get any better than winning the same trophy your rivals are desperately fighting for. SMIRK!

Fate has seen to it that Whipping Boy and I were placed on opposite ends of the singles draw. If we were to meet in the Championship game on Sunday, it will be HIGH DRAMA because our last two matches have been very contentious.

Adding to this weekend's drama is that I must play against my Ex (Evil Shrew) in doubles on Friday. One team will advance to the semi-finals, while the other team is abruptly eliminated. OUCH!

With bragging rights on the line, stay tuned for all the tears and fireworks...