How much do you love the game?

ouchThought I should keep a log on what’s happening to my tennis buddies. It’s two years ago that I ran into him in the hospital. This time he’s all neatly wrapped up.
“What’s happened?”
“.. while playing ping pong ..” He insisted.
With one working leg, he still has to come to the court, be near the action, at Crocheron Park.
I handed him my racket, he held it for a moment then gave it back to me.
“Good it’s getting cold ..” I tried to comfort him.
Bet he’ll be running around on the court in no time.
Have I told you we’re all nuts?

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