Saturday, October 4, 2008
Creaking Old Man, Drinking
Lost the Club Championship tennis match today to a college boy, 6-0, 6-1. He was gracious in his drubbing of me; I was not quite as gracious in receipt of the drubbing. I'm now sitting in my favorite reclining leather chair drinking a beer -- my knees hurt, my elbows hurt and my muscles are sore. I still feel better, though, for having tried to beat the little bastard.