On a completely different note, I got called an f'n beatch today for the first time in my 40-some odd years. And on a tennis court too.
Over f'n time penalties. I hate those damn things and we're not used to using them down here. But that storm is rising and I let my players get taken advantage of last week. This week I was determined to hold my opposing captain's feet to the fire.
No real need to go into any details, but let's just say I had all my ducks...and players...in a row.
But seriously, dropping the f-bomb? Neither nice nor necessary.
And we won, rather big actually, but it still seems a bit hallow. F F F!
A 3.5 masquerading around with a 4.0 mask on.