Whooping Ass Is What I do...
If ever there was a time that I was going to lose, it would have been on this hot sultry day in Louisiana. The weather in New Orleans was HOT AS HELL. Whipping Boy picked me up in the French Quarter, which is in the middle of the crime riddled Big Easy. The local police have FEMA trailers on all the courts in City Park, so we had to opt for the brand new courts at the University of New Orleans. We crossed bombed-out looking areas of the city to get to these courts. There among all the devastation and the few signs of life, stood the bright blue tennis courts.
Every muscle in my body was sore from a week of intensely working out. I was tired of being pudgy and scrawny compared to all the hot boys at my gym. I wanted to really crank up the weights so I could be one of the big boys like them. Pumping iron and going heavy on the weights were all worth it because I look great. It was going to doom me today though because my muscles were sore and tight.
Or would it? Champions play with pain. As I stared down upon my foe, I repeatedly said to myself "I REFUSE TO LOSE TO THIS MOFO". My inability to hustle and the sore muscles mattered not to me on this day. What mattered most was my attitude. I could be hobbling around on wooden legs, and I'd still beat your ass with my attitude. Predictably, Whipping Boy succumbed to that attitude in straight sets 6-3, 6-1. Another can of whoopass administered by moi.
I chalk up my winning streak to paying particular attention to my motto of: "LOSING IS FOR LOSERS!" Whipping Boy should change his motto from "ONCE A WHIPPING BOY...ALWAYS A WHIPPING BOY" to mine. Maybe that would make a difference.
Brett's World Tennis Rankings:
1. Brett (3-0)
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101. Whipping Boy (0-3)
Every muscle in my body was sore from a week of intensely working out. I was tired of being pudgy and scrawny compared to all the hot boys at my gym. I wanted to really crank up the weights so I could be one of the big boys like them. Pumping iron and going heavy on the weights were all worth it because I look great. It was going to doom me today though because my muscles were sore and tight.
Or would it? Champions play with pain. As I stared down upon my foe, I repeatedly said to myself "I REFUSE TO LOSE TO THIS MOFO". My inability to hustle and the sore muscles mattered not to me on this day. What mattered most was my attitude. I could be hobbling around on wooden legs, and I'd still beat your ass with my attitude. Predictably, Whipping Boy succumbed to that attitude in straight sets 6-3, 6-1. Another can of whoopass administered by moi.
I chalk up my winning streak to paying particular attention to my motto of: "LOSING IS FOR LOSERS!" Whipping Boy should change his motto from "ONCE A WHIPPING BOY...ALWAYS A WHIPPING BOY" to mine. Maybe that would make a difference.
Brett's World Tennis Rankings:
1. Brett (3-0)
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.
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101. Whipping Boy (0-3)
posted by Brettcajun at Sunday, July 30, 2006
3 Comments:
You are so CRUEL Brett. Ya know I think I might just have to start cheering for Whipping Boy. HEHEHE!
GO USC!!!!!!!
Maybe we should put YOU in charge of the Pentagon
It's nice to see someone who is as passionate at winning tennis as I am.
Just found blue courts here in Buffalo and also gave a can of whoopass to my whippin' boy!
Good on ya, Mr. Federer. :)
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