first thing i heard when i got home..
"your gonna eat it kiddo, you better be ready.."
all weekend the endless bantering between my father and I got on my mothers nerves.
the trash talk showed no mercy.
just like our match(es).
well the results are in...
my 5o year old father beat me, age 20.
own my butt.
whipped the floor with me.
opened a can of whoop ass.
showed me whose boss.
ripped me a new one.
made me eat dirt.
he cut me no slack,
& rubbed my nose in it.
& i loved it.
I couldn't be more proud that my 50yr old father can still kick some ass.
( in racquetball and who knows what else)
I have to admit that I got some really great pointers, and the second game was head to head for about twenty min with the score only at 5-5. It was intense and I was giving him a solid run for his money, but shortly after, once he gained the serving position, he just stayed there ha. winning, again.
I plan on practicing as im sure he will. Spring Break, the rematch!
I did happen to master this sweet, special technique.
see video---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfpu_PuXqDI
overall, i had a lot of fun(:
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WOW! I think you and I are more alike than we want to admit. Competition drives us both to become our best at all cost. I soon will become the student and you the teacher. We must always remember that our ultimate goal is knowledge, and can be learned sometimes unexpectantly from people young and old as long as we open our minds and hearts. I am and will always be very proud of who you are and have become. I have piece of mind knowing that you have become a beautiful person and will always do well. Love always, Dad.
(:
hi love you.
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