I had a three hour tennis match today. I won’t tell you about the first set, but the second set was 4-4 and then I choked. Bad.
There is no blogging, only weeping.
I had a three hour tennis match today. I won’t tell you about the first set, but the second set was 4-4 and then I choked. Bad.
There is no blogging, only weeping.
There is no crying in tennis. Unless you scrape your knee, stub your toe or bang your head. This of course describes my last time on the court. I am actually far more coordinated than that sounds, but after the debacle I have avoided that place.
I feel your pain.