Playing Like Ninnies

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 received, but I am still stewing.

Here is the reader’s digest version of the story…

Warm-ups began with friendly chatter between our opponents and us. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed. As warm-ups went on, I felt good about heading into the match against our opponents…they played like ninnies. Their balls frequently 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, who’s 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 scorecards ~ 6-0! Argh! 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 have to remember to teach my children to never judge a book by its cover…or they may just get played like a ninny!

Oh, for the love of my children…

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