Tennis with my five: One spends half their time not missing the ball and the other half heckling and frustrating the one currently missing the ball. Another one spends more time giving dissertations on why they keep missing the ball than they actually spend keeping eyes on the ball. The other one has a fiery temper and missing the ball is cause for bitter complaint and exuberant dissatisfaction with said balls thereby flinging them to unreasonable heights. Another one hoards balls and doesn't really get the point. And this one believes there is a conspiracy and a perfectly good reason why these balls are illusive: the manufacturer of the balls had sinister motives in velocity and design and besides, the racquet must be broken and nets and things dysfunctional. And to this one, the contemplation of losing the game is simply out of the question.
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