Awwww, yeah. The Golden Girls were not ready for me yesterday. Finally, after the longest week ever, I came off the bench and was ready to play some tennis. What made my return even sweeter is that for Mother’s Day, DH and the girls got me the racquet that I have been coveting for the past several months .
Say “Hello” to my little friend. I haven’t had a new racquet since the mid 1990’s and even that was only the second racquet I’ve ever had. I was long overdue. This racquet, the Wilson K Factor KBlade is the triple truth! Combined with the fact that I’m retaining and actually using the pointers I’ve picked up in my lessons, I had those biddies thinking twice about having me run back an forth all over the court.
One of the ladies, easily in her late 60’s tried to get cute and slam a return of serve right in my face, but I took a slight side step, pronated my wrist and punched the ball back out of her reach down the alley. I suppose turn about is fair play because she was gunning for me on the next point. My partner served the ball, the old broad returned it to my partner who does nothing but lob. She sent it soft, slow and easy over the net where my opponent had enough time to file her nails, re-tie her shoes, and adjust her Depends before smacking the crap out of the ball . . .right. . .at. . .me. Somehow, she sliced at it, so the ball dropped, but it didn’t lose speed. Too bad for me, I mis-judged the angle and moved my racquet to the right instead of the left. That joint where your ankle and foot meet? Yeah, it’s been tattooed with Dunlap 4.
I keep telling folks, don’t sleep on these older ladies. They like to play and more importantly, they like to win. They do what they have to in order to do both. That’s the last time I buy that, “I just got off my oxygen” bullshiggity!
