“The Boobs were just too much for me!”
That was what I was thinking. I was playing my match on court 7 and we had some spectators! Sometimes I was watching the spectators more than they were watching me.
We were having a heated battle on court. I was playing my arch-rival, Fred. I REALLY did not want to lose to Fred. I had a very strong feeling that if Fred were to defeat me he would take a photo and post it to Instagram and then he might also tag me on his Facebook. I could not let this happen.
He served. I returned. He hit his forehand. I stepped in and really nailed my backhand down-the-line. Fred let out a lame grunt “ugh!” and Fred missed. “Nice point ME!” I say in my head.
A beautiful lady walks by. She is wearing yoga pants and a blue top. There is a nice bounce to her. She has brown hair. I begin to imagine me and this sexy but unknown woman together. The ball flies past me. “ACE!” Yells Fred. Damnit. I have lost my focus.
One of the girls watching me as a spectator takes off her jacket. Her shirt is way too low cut and her nipple is making an appearance. “Damn this is distracting.” I think in my head. Meanwhile the match is occurring but I am totally out of sorts.
I get my head together and get myself back into the match. I get a little bit hot and begin to win more points. As I am getting my rhythm a group of ladies walk by. They are all wearing tennis clothes and had finished their match. There was a beautiful blonde girl with bouncing hair and short spandex pants. “Is this my future wife? Should I play mixed doubles with her? I wonder if we will have a family together?” My mind was racing but I had taken my eyes off the prize. ZING! The ball flies past me. “ACE!” yells Fred.
I was truly having a hard time focusing on court. I just kept on fantasizing about these beautiful women. It is so hard to focus on balls when you just love boobs so much.
(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)