The Take Down
Last night, my tennis captain warned me that I was up against tough competition in the Baton Rouge USTA league. My foe, who was African American, arrived on the court full of pride. A part of me smiled because he had no idea what he was in store for.
In warmup, I sensed my opponent thought he was going to whip my white boy ass. Appearances are deceiving. He clearly didn't know that I have only lost one singles and one doubles match in the last two months. (I play at least 4 times a week)
Every hit to his backhand was returned as a drop shot, which I easily placed in the opposite corner. When he came to the net to impose his athletic superiority, I expertly placed the ball out of reach with pin point precision. He was PISSED.
I soundly beat my foe 6-1,6-3.
In two weeks, I will be playing in FIVE tennis leagues. A bit much? Nope. I can do whatever the hell I want without any nagging or bitching. Those are the perks of being single. :)