Day 1191 of 365 4 lyf.
I started playing tennis for Steph. Despite the fact that like the best two tennis players in the world are black, it’s really not one of "our" sports. I never really played growing up.
But it is fun. We don’t get to play as ofter as we used to, but I had a cancelled shoot today so we had some time on our hands. I decided that it’d be a good time to beat Steph in some tennis.
Truth is, she’s a much better player than me. Like by far. She’s been playing her entire life. But I’m probably a better athelete, and I’ve played her enough that I can kind of exploit her play style a bit. So I won. That’s a streak of 3 for me.
Problem with that is that I have to work my ass off to get there. My back hurts. My knee hurts. But I won, dammit.
Besides, that’s why God made painkillers.
Love your honesty. Yay for you! Nice ad for Aleve–lol
I’ve been trying to sell all of this handicap equipment; perhaps I should hold back a walker, or cane, or two.
heh heh heh
Just wanted to clarify that Mav’s "win" was 6-1, 0-6. We didn’t play the final set because someone has the sense to refuse to play in the dark!
What beststephi is trying to say here, is that she so feared my devastating net game, and was so exhausted by my aggressively physical play and so emotionally shattered by my dominating mental toughness that she took the first excuse she could find ("it’s getting too late") to try to save face and get out of the ass beating she was receiving.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Good choice of drug! I have a pretty high pain tolerance and even i swear by Aleve. Not that I’m an addict or anything, but I’m surprised now that I never thought of doing a selfie with some Aleve in it. 🙂