Hey Snoopy – only one way to “entertain” a partner like that. Serve it easy with a little side spin. IF the opponent hits it back to you – promptly nail her in the back of the head when she’s standing at the net. “sorry” – One and done. OR set your opponent up with a nice overhead lob on the volley so that they can smash it into her with their return and then as she is laying on the ground wondering where she is, just stand over her look down with a smile, and say “my bad” let me call the EMTs. By the time either of those things has been repeated either for your serve or for the first 5 or 6 volleys she will have a different attitude OR the match will be over – win/win js
50 years – half a century – 2/3 of my life after this was created – we have once more descended into this realm of existence. Sorry, it just has to be said. Humankind just cannot get over their stupidity in life. The curse of arrogant insanity for sure.
I love the fact that no matter which party or non-party you belong to – it is ALWAYS the other party or non-party that is at fault. It is hilarious to me how people always find an excuse to argue, divide, and conquer IF they can. Logic or facts, proven or not proven, have nothing to do with it. For even when everyone agrees that something is wrong – it doesn’t matter what everyone agrees is the problem – people just love to blame someone else besides themself. js
a small two-bedroom log cabin with a huge porch, jacuzzi on it and an old-fashioned padded rocking chair like my granddad had, in the north Pacific coastal mountain area on the side of a mountain looking down over the rocky ocean coast. with a private beach, AND no one around for miles and miles and miles. sigh……….. oh and absolutely NO SOCIAL MEDIA of any kind whatsoever and NO government stupidity. (I know that last small one is a pipe dream)
I’d say about 5 minutes. AND you would absolutely love doing it. I did that a few years (15-20) ago. they weren’t CEO’s but different tech business managers or department heads I was with at an outdoor cookout. only 1 or 2 had ever played it at all. most were horribly uncoordinated, and some with no real physical skills. so when I showed them the basics (most had watched baseball at least once) I stepped back and watched them. I will say this, the competition became fierce, and I mean fierce! but the entertainment factor was hilarious -— from MY point of view. after the first inning – 123 side out, 123 side out -which took about 5 minutes they began making up their own rules within rules. That’s where it became evident to me at least that they didn’t care what the game was, IF they could adapt it to their way of thinking they were going to beat each other up or die trying. the only thing was – I wasn’t sure back then IF it was a male thing or a business thing. Maybe both?
10 ways to make the world a better place by Ruthie – wait till you read #5