Tennis

So my niece has started taking tennis lessons ( the poor soul ).

As before she was known as my lovable and wonderful niece, I love her - she is cute, funny, caring, outgoing and a delightfully unique human being. Well that was then, now she is my competition. 

Her future now holds me serving her low self esteem and endless losses. Who cares if she's 17 years younger than this tennis sage - no excuses.

" but what if she kicks your butt? "

Corners are made for crying.

My family doesn't know that I'm a self made, self taught, self considered prodigy. My opponents do though.

Have I ever played a real game? Have I every been in a tournament? Pause with your trivial questions.

I will answer you this. Challenge me to find out.

That being said, I need tennis friends and bitter rivals. It's a short pool to draw from, I know. But where there is hope there is usually lowered exceptions ( as a result ). With my newfound lowered exceptions I appeal to you Oh Dear Internet ( that's you reader ).

That's all. BTW I don't usually buy balls so BYOB.