ass whoopin’
Thursday, July 20th, 2006In my weekly racquetball match with Dean, I got my tail handed to me on a silver platter. Dean won 15-5, 15-6. Holy crap.
I think it’s because the air conditioning wasn’t turned on in the courts, leading me to sweat more than normal, causing my grip on the racket to suffer. I had many shots [...]



