The tennis season has now begun.
At a BBQ on Saturday night, a lovely young lady was convinced that Josh is a professional tennis player. Someone blew the whistle on him, and I tried to put Humpty-Dumpty back by saying no, he’s not technically on the tour, but he is Federer’s practice partner. The damage was done, though, and I couldn’t get the toothpaste back in the tube. Sometimes he goes with “surgeon”, which I think is smarter, generally speaking (fewer required physical specifications), but which is a dangerous look at a BBQ where there’s always the chance someone’s going to choke on a chicken bone and then you’re fucked when you can’t bust out the plastic-pen-trach-tube technique.