I was worried. I did not want Lululemon to make an appearance. My feeble man-brain and crotch can only handle so much estrogen nearby. The last time that a beautiful Yoga Pants girl ran by it completely derailed me.
I was battling my rival Josh. Today, he walked with swagger. He was feeling extra confident. His face carried a smugness that I just wanted to punch. Punch HARD!
I was preparing to toss my ball in order to hit a beautiful kick (topspin) serve. But in the corner of my eye, the devil had sent one of his minions. There she was. She was sweaty. But the sweat was like dots of ambrosia (the nectar of the Gods). Just wearing a sports bra and form-fitting yoga pants. I think I was in love. She did not look that different from my old flame, LuluLemon (I have to call her LuluLemon because I do not know her name).
I lost the game. My mind was totally on new Yoga Pants girl.
As me and Josh changed sides he was blabbering about how he had added Pinterest to his collection of Social Media. (In my mind: Nobody cares Josh.) He mentioned something about “pinning” a tennis racquet to his board or whatever after he defeated me.
I really wanted to defeat Josh. But I also wanted to make sweet love to these yoga pants girls.
Tennis is hard.
(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)