My zen-like, out-of-body experience at a girls tennis match

That reads like the start to a really bad porno.

"You can imagine what happens next..."

"He brings her the extra ranch?"

 

"Ma'am, we have a special on boneless wings."
"We definitely won't be going boneless. And I like my wings wet, REAL wet."

 

And we're going to need some extra wet-naps.

 

I have never mastered the art of appeasement where talking to parents are concerned. "NW, our pitcher's impressive, isn't he?"
"uh, uh, ..."

 

Finger-licking good, Bubs.

 

agreed. i thought the original was one of the funniest things i've ever read on this site, until i read that post.

 

It's not cool to bump one of my own posts from the past, but I was in the same spot covering the same sport today, had many of the same thoughts cross my mind and I remembered that I wrote this.

 

Were the wings any better this time around?

Hey, glad you bumped it, Bubbler. Funny stuff.

And your Zen-like experience with the tennis player's dad is much healthier than the bouts of hate and anger I feel when, say, some second-string kicker is sent out to fail on an extra-point try that leaves the margin of a blowout at 39, one point short of the running clock in football ...

 

Was the same dad around?

 

Same stupid SE schedule you?

 

"When your daughter breaks her strings, this writer gets his wings."

 

No tennis moms?