The Never-Ending Ramblings...

on being owned

My game is gone. I don’t know what happened. Did I throw it out the window on a recent trip to Tennessee? Owned. Yup, that was me Tuesday night. Double beagled. How humiliating. Her twenty-three year-old long legs ran down my angles. Her badminton swat held more direction than Mapquest. I’m thinking my game deserted me after laying eyes on such a young chica. Two singles 2.5 trophies sit on my office shelf but I couldn’t get a game off her! And she’s new to USTA.

Afterwards, I told my teammates when asked about the fun factor, “It was fun, but it was the least fun I’ve ever had on a tennis court.” Any court time is fun time. Laundry, bird cage cleaning, dish washing, bed making, yeah, I choose double beagles and humiliation on U.S. Open blue courts.

In all fairness, and not to make excuses…Felicia had the baby and is out on maternity leave. Al no longer works for us. Little part-time help means I log sixty hours a week – leaving little time to practice.

Tomorrow, I play 3.0 with a relaxed in last place team. For us, it’s all about the alcoholic beverages, chips & salsa, and cookies we bring to consume while we watch our teammates who’ve split sets. . Keeping my fingers crossed I score more games than last night.