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Monday, May 17, 2004
Ha ha ha! I played in a tennis match on Saturday. It was boiling hot and we played for ages (from 1pm to 6pm) and it was good fun but we lost and I played badly. But there was a funny incident in my first match.
I played with Dave, a competitive little chap. Our opponents were grumpy buggers from a rival club. The score was 3-3, 40-15 and Dave's shot hit the line.
"Out," called the tall grumpy one.
"What?" questioned Dave.
"Out."
"No way, that was on the line." Dave's always sure his shots are in.
The tall grumpy opponent approached the net, Dave doing the same. "Are you calling me a cheat, you twat?"
Dave took offence and stepped right up to the net, putting his face about 3 inches from the 'cheat'. "Don't call me a fucking twat, you fucker."
I stood at the net a few feet away just watching - it was amazing! This was a league match but not that important really. We were all just out enjoying a nice game of tennis on a nice sunny Saturday afternoon.
"Your attitude stinks,"countered the tall grump.
"What fucking attitude? The ball was in and you said it was out!" added the little angry man.
This went on for a while, the other grumpy opponent joining in near the end. I stayed out of it completely, happy to just watch.
'Are you calling me a cheat, you twat?'. That's classic.
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