After a dozen years of living part time in the Dirty T, right around Christmas, I quit my job — so I’m selling my condo and abandoning the third-world racquet club.
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in “physical distancing.” Even in doubles there’s 4 people in 2808 square feet.
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn’t like my answer.
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best “friends” found a way to pick on my face.
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.
Welcome to Arizona, son. Now pick: UA or ASU.
For me that’s a complicated and changing choice.
We all have a friend or acquaintance who just blurts out the truth even if they are not thinking about it or even trying. Kangaroo-face Gilbson has been trying
I had been told both my knees had tendonitis. It could get better in 2 weeks or 2 years. It didn’t
When you are ready to die, try Pickle Ball.
If you want to live, play tennis — according to the New York Times. That’s right you mother fucking golfers, the failing New York Times reported on a European study that people who play tennis live 9 years longer than lazy shits — even 3-5 years longer than […]
Condo invited a bunch of Pendejos to his condo for Friday happy hour — all we had to do for 2 free beers was destroy his brand new hot tub.
This week I have to decide if I’m going to join the Pendejos on their annual pilgrimage to the Newcombe tennis ranch (Newks) in New Buttfuck, Texas
Players have been bailing off the sinking ship of my fucked up tennis team so fast we renamed ourselves the “Rats” (maybe*). Sure, sure you read the tennis team category, and you know everybody left because of this Bullshit Blog. Fuck you — you are only partially right. […]