My man Nosaj hasn't been in the blog lately. That changes today. Last weekend the great Nosaj blew me off on a scheduled tennis date for a poker game. That might not have been too bad. Poker is relaxing, tennis is tiring. Poker allows you to drink beer and socialize. The only problem is he didn't invite me to the poker game. He chose to not call me and just roll to the poker table. Rude. Alas karma bit him in his ass as he was the first one out of the game. Can you say NO POKER FACE? He got his $10 entry fee worth of food and beer while the others continued to play. He is nothing if not resourceful.
So this weekend, I didn't expect him to show up for tennis, but he did. I have to play Ebone this week and I needed some practice. Waxing Mini Lumpys ass didn't do the trick. I was going to warm up agains the Nosaj. Now fortunately for me, Nosaj is a young guy. He is in decent shape and usually pretty athletic. Unfortunately for me, none of that translates a bit into tennis skill. I could have warmed up more playing pocket pool. To say that it was a cakewalk would be to embarass the cake. And I like me some cake.
I took one of my many offspring with me as a witness. He started crying at the way Nosaj was making error after error. He screamed, 'Daddy, that's not tennis. That is a mockery of the game.' I took him home and had to rock him to sleep. The horror.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
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