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.
Monday, May 04, 2009
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You know they don't fill a pair of tennis shorts nearly as well as your enhanced self dawg!
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