My BFF recently had surgery on her left wrist. She loves to play tennis but, as a lefty, that's almost impossible right now. As she also teaches tennis, that has slowed her down there too.
Unless your last name is Poppins and you see nothing but possibilities.
And rainbows, unicorns and butterflies.
Yes. Those help too.
So she declared that she would be the best righty ever. And I begrudgedly humored her and, under protest, went out and (drilled) played with her so she could work on her right handed game. (Because she's still in a cast and very impatient.)
Oh but then drilling wasn't good enough. Oh no. She wanted to play doubles.
So again, I humored her and we decided which two friends to drag into the chaos.
The fun factor had to be high.
And so the smack talk began.
After we identified the opponents, we had to do it right. And the smack talk began...via text...because this is 2013 you know. Lol
Me: Know what I believe? I believe that L and I are going to kick your booty in doubles. Lefties need not apply! Woot!
(Our friend is as good of a player as my BFF and she's also a lefty. That meant that she had to play with her right hand to even the playing field. We knew she would be game because there is a famous story that she beat H playing right handed.)
Of course, A wasn't going to back down. She's probably as competitive as L. And by "probably", I mean she is!
A: When we play...Better pack a lunch!
Me: It's already packed...
H: Pffffffft
BFF: Are we playing during lunch time?
I thought she was smack talking like the rest of us but come to find out, bless her heart, she didn't realize that A was talking smack and she really thought we were playing at lunch time. :)
A challenge was then formally issued via text.
L and I are formally challenging you two to a doubles tennis match this Monday morning at 10:00 (til 11:30) at the YMCA. The guest fees for you both will be handled and there is a nursery that E can go into.
The stipulation is that L and A both have to play right handed.
The following is the beginning of the set of rules that will be in effect for the match.
1. There will be no left handed forehands allowed on the court.
2. A tie break will be determined by singles between L and A.
3. If either L or A plays with your left hand, that team loses a point.
4. Smack talk will result in a penalty and a singles point being played between L and A.
5. The offender MUST play the penalty point. The offendee may phone a friend to sub in for her for that point from either her partner or someone in the gallery or on another court.
6. If a patron walks by and says "wth?", a point is awarded to the team that caused them to say that.
7. The chair ump may call a penalty point at any time and force a singles point to be played.
8. If you hit a winner, you may do a victory dance.
9. The chair ump will keep score and has the authority to dole out penalties and punishments as she sees fit.
10. If anyone walks onto the court and asks us to tone it down, match over and we ALL win!
I have asked another friend to attend our match as chair ump. I'm awaiting her response.
If you should have an addition to the rules or request a change, now is the time to do it.
The winning team shall walk away from battle with these shiny trophies and first place ribbon. The second place team gets a consolation ribbon.
If you should say yes, I guarantee you the fun factor will be high!
We await your response.
Woot! Woot!
Of course, as with all games, there were rules.
Ours just had a twist of sarcasm and fun in them. Because it was all about the fun!
They accepted the challenge and then it was game on!
There's no way for me to even describe the match.
H may have called me an asshole for getting a drop volley winner on her.
Then I may have taunted her for having to run it down.
And if that happened, she may have retaliated by throwing some water in my direction.
And if all that were to happen, I *may* have to do some retaliation myself. In about 6 months that is. Once she thinks I forgot. Oh. But those that know me know that I *never* forget anything. Ever. lol
I mean. If something like that happened.
The one thing I *can* confirm is that there was a lot of smack talk and even more laughs.
There were also trophies and first place ribbons (that they had to sign) presented to the winners from the second place team.
And second place ribbons presented to the second place winners.
There were no losers that day.
My BFF sent me this quote later and I think it best fits that day.
"May your memories be greater than your dreams!"
L worried that she wouldn't be able to play tennis again after her wrist surgery. She dreamed (and hoped) that she would.
And the memories we made that day was definitely greater and better than she could ever dream.
And the four people on the court that day have something to remember and laugh about for years to come.
I have the best friends ever! They are more than I deserve. Love, love, love!
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