A little bit of Akron in La Jolla
The LJBTC community was invested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
LJBTC doesn’t welcome me
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
Lewis Black Harassment
Lewis Black hates tennis. But he closed his show in Austin, Texas on Friday, Nov. 22 with a little tale about the John Newcombe Tennis Ranch. (video)
Rain Pussies
It hadn’t rained in Tucson for 50 days and 50 nights. The first time it did, my fucked up tennis friends “ran away” like they were being chased by a killer rabbit.
The Biggest Bullshit Awards
I’ve been writing this bullshit for two-and-a-half-years. Jesus, I could have had a master’s degree by now. In those 30 months, I’ve gone from 5 to about 8 readers. Following how my god damn generation raised all these douchebags, when you hit 8 participants, it’s time to present the participation trophies.
Comedy Collection
I might have to break a couple of semi-famous thumbs.
Forgotten Dad Lessons
We often forget the impact we have on others. Here’s a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
I May Have Assaulted a Douchebag Millennial — Allegedly
If you see me being led away in handcuffs anytime soon, it was just life teaching me another little lesson about me. Here’s my side of the story.
Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USTA
I’ve ranted, raved and complained like a 2-year-old with no cookie about the United States Tennis Association. And just when I thought I was out for good, they pulled me back in.
Diphthong Denea
One of the fucked-up things about playing recreational tennis is away matches.
You have to drive to some other part of town and play on strange courts. And worse, we can’t just walk to the Third World bar to enjoy some popcorn and beer with the resident mice — we are forced to pick a different bar.
Last Man Serving
My Fucked-Up Tennis Team is now completely fucked-up in an entirely new way.
The Metamorphosis — Bullshit Style
Jesus was sitting with him at bar in the Third World Club when the first signs of a metaphorical exoskeleton started to cover the douchebag millennial’s body.
Whine Killer
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
Face Shaming by Andy and What’s Her Name
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best “friends” found a way to pick on my face.
No Towels for You – and Other Tales of the Third World
For most places, the holidays are time to reflect and improve. Not at the Third-World Racquet Club — these are the times when everything goes straight to the shitter.
