Monday, May 04, 2009

Mercer County Tennis Complex, 9 pm

David and I got a court next to a couple of roundish guys, one 52 or 3 who looked like Don Rickles, one 45 or so.  They had somewhat unorthodox strokes, but they were whacking the shit out of the ball and running each other all around.  I was torn been fearing that I would ever end up looking like them and wishing I could be just like them.  Fact is, both are probably already true.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You know they don't fill a pair of tennis shorts nearly as well as your enhanced self dawg!