So Lisa and I decided to enroll in the V'day mixed doubles tennis tourney here in town. Our first match was Sat. @ 11AM. I had to be up earlier to work with some guy on a newsletter I agreed to help with. Lisa came up and we got to the courts in time and we played 2 people who weren't married, but had the same last name, and it wasn't 'Smith or Jones or something usual'. So as we got warmed up I whispered to Lisa that we were gonna beat some ass. I know, I shouldn't have done that...
6-2, 6-2, we lost
But it gets better...
Now we're in the consolation bracket, which after watching the couple who beat us play their next match, I am glad because it was all out war on the court and you know how I am a pacifist.
So we get prepped for our next match and it is with a couple who, no lie (we asked) the guy was 74, and we guessed the lady to be late 60s.
You know where this is going...
6-2, 8-6, we lost
We tried a last minute come back, but to no avail. They were so quick and the guy just owned the net. We left the court with heads hung low and crept to our car and left the courts quietly.
6-2, 6-2, we lost
But it gets better...
Now we're in the consolation bracket, which after watching the couple who beat us play their next match, I am glad because it was all out war on the court and you know how I am a pacifist.
So we get prepped for our next match and it is with a couple who, no lie (we asked) the guy was 74, and we guessed the lady to be late 60s.
You know where this is going...
6-2, 8-6, we lost
We tried a last minute come back, but to no avail. They were so quick and the guy just owned the net. We left the court with heads hung low and crept to our car and left the courts quietly.
