I was playing Josh once again.
His backhand was working well. He had a rock solid two-handed backhand. He would step in and rotate well. He also disguised his shot and I did not know if he would go down the line or go crosscourt.
On the changeover he was annoying. “Hey man you are playing well. But not well enough.” He smirked.
I said “You are hitting your backhand nicely.”
“What do you expect? My backhand is a beast. And I am a beast.” Words of wisdom from Josh. He truly was a master of humility.
I could not let Josh defeat me as he would post the victory to his Facebook wall. This is not acceptable to me. The public (a.k.a Josh’s 700 Facebook friends) must not know of my defeat at the hands of Josh.
Many people were walking by. I think it was almost mixed doubles time. There was a beautiful Indian woman passing by. She was well endowed. My concentration was lost. I wondered if her husband was her mixed doubles partner. Or perhaps it was a different man who was good at tennis. And maybe they saw each other sometimes. Maybe there was an affair. Maybe she was split between her tennis life and her personal life. Josh Ace’d me. Damn.
“Let’s Go!” Josh yelled out.
This is slipping away from me. I must focus.
I plant my feet and drive the ball. I hit to his forehand which is his weaker side and I get the unforced error from him. “VAMOS!” I yell. Deep in my mind I hope the lovely Indian lady hears my voice. Perhaps I could be the third man in her life.
I gotta keep my head in the game. I can not let Josh defeat me.
(END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)
P.S. Feel free to check out the “Noodle World” series on my blog (it is a satire with religion)