I am still brewing about it. We had a tennis match on Thursday…you would think I would be over the massive butt whipping I recieved but I am still stewing.
Here is the reader’s digest version of the story…
Warm ups began with friendly chatter between us and our opponents. The atmosphere was cool and relaxed. As warm ups went on I felt good about heading into the match against our opponents…they played like ninnies. Their balls constanly went into the net and they would giggle and giggle about how they were such screw ups. I didn’t necessarily think the match would be easy. We did have some good rallies but I thought “OK, we have a decent chance. It may be a fun match…these ladies are clowns.”
OK, whose the ninny now? The first set was lost 6-1 ~ yep, you read it right ~ they won six games, we won ONE! The second set saw us with a goose egg on the score cards ~ 6-0! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! They played us like Johnny played the Devil in the song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia!” DAMN, and we fell for it! They weren’t ninnies…they just warmed up like ninnies. In truth, they were incredibly skilled. They could place a ball wherever you weren’t and they could force you to be exactly where they wanted to create an opening so they could just slam the ball away! DAMN, I say DAMN!
OK, so we’re the ninnies now. I gotta remember to teach my children to NEVER jugde a book by it’s cover…or they may just get played like a ninny!
Oh, for the love of my children….