“Game, Set, Match!”
My opponent trotted up to shake the umpire’s hand; I stood on the court staring at my racket.
The obsequious ass trotted over, gripped my shoulder, and said, “Better luck next time.”
“How’d you do that? Make the ball fly between the netting of my racket?”
He laughed mockingly. “You should get your eyes checked. You missed the ball.”
“I didn’t miss. I just didn’t hit it.”
He shrugged and winked. “Maybe next time, slugger.”
Later on, I watched the video. Somehow, the ball threaded through like a needle.
I guess I’ll need a paddle next time.
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