The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Determined

I got pelted with the ball twice last night. Once in the neck while standing at the net. I wasn't even holding my racquet up like I should have been. Sheesh! Everyone gathered round when when my face contorted in extreme pain like fashion..

"Where exactly did you get it?" Reeves, the ball slammer asks.

I point to the front middle of my neck. Pain has momentarily robbed me of my voice.

"You mean in the Adam's apple?" he asks, needing clarification.

My partner steps in and says, "Yeah, only SHE doesn't have an Adam's apple."

I can't help but laugh. "Well, I did before the sex change operation," I say. Humor helping to ease my discomfort.

We change sides of the court. Determined not to wimp out, I return the serve and fall back into the game, ignoring my throbbing neck. Then, it's my partner's turn to return the serve and I hear him say, "I'm slammin' this one right into Reeves". He makes contact with the ball as he says 'Reeves'.

What a passing shot! Just missed Reeves. I shouted across the net, "See what happens when you pelt me? Bring it on!"

We lost both sets. 2;5. At least we made them sweat the second one. It was great fun. Well, except for the pain part.