Fan Q & A
With my training temporarily on hiatus, I've had time to reflect on things I brushed off in the past, so I'll take some time now to play a little Q and A. Here are my replies to some of the things I've been asked over the years:
Q. Dear Sensation, what was the oddest thing ever thrown onto the court while you played?
A. I once had a tournament in a war-torn region of the country, Scarborough, known for daily gun battles, gang executions and drive-by's. In the middle of my match a car sped by the courts, and the next thing I know, I hear a loud SPLAT only steps from me...an exploded apple, sending juice shrapnel in all directions, hurled granade-style over the fence from the passing vehicle. Yes, a real life drive-by fruiting...way before Mrs. Doubtfire. That'll make your heart skip a beat.
Q. How are you with autograph seekers?
A. Late one night leaving the courts after everyone had gone home, I saw a fellow banging on a lightpost with a baseball bat. I figured he missed the autograph session earlier and was trying to get my attention. Tennis players don't normally sign baseball bats, so I took a ball from my bag instead, gave it the ol' scribble, and whipped it at the guy as hard as I could as I drove by. You gotta love Scarborough!
Q. Are you an introvert or extravert?
A. Yes.
Q. Are you Irish?
A. No!?!
Q. Are you Ganesh?
A. No!?!
Q. So, do you play tennis? (ok, let me explain. I was asked this question in all seriousness by an older man I was talking to at a TENNIS tournament, in my TENNIS gear and RACQUET in hand, while warming up with my TENNIS opponent)
A. No, I'm just here for the enlightening conversation.
Q. Can we use your tennis court to play? (asked two timid ladies sporting badminton racquets).
A. No, you don't have proper equipment.
Q. But it's the same thing
A. Well so is China and Hong Kong, but still, No...please go now!
Q. Can I play here, even though I'm not a member, nor do I have a racquet or tennis shoes, or skills? (asked a scantily clad vixen, with exotic eyes wearing flip-flops and a mini)
A. Of course, come on in, make yourself at home, you can use mine :)
Q. My baby has your eyes!
A. That's not a question! Next.
Q. Dear Sensation, what was the oddest thing ever thrown onto the court while you played?
A. I once had a tournament in a war-torn region of the country, Scarborough, known for daily gun battles, gang executions and drive-by's. In the middle of my match a car sped by the courts, and the next thing I know, I hear a loud SPLAT only steps from me...an exploded apple, sending juice shrapnel in all directions, hurled granade-style over the fence from the passing vehicle. Yes, a real life drive-by fruiting...way before Mrs. Doubtfire. That'll make your heart skip a beat.
Q. How are you with autograph seekers?
A. Late one night leaving the courts after everyone had gone home, I saw a fellow banging on a lightpost with a baseball bat. I figured he missed the autograph session earlier and was trying to get my attention. Tennis players don't normally sign baseball bats, so I took a ball from my bag instead, gave it the ol' scribble, and whipped it at the guy as hard as I could as I drove by. You gotta love Scarborough!
Q. Are you an introvert or extravert?
A. Yes.
Q. Are you Irish?
A. No!?!
Q. Are you Ganesh?
A. No!?!
Q. So, do you play tennis? (ok, let me explain. I was asked this question in all seriousness by an older man I was talking to at a TENNIS tournament, in my TENNIS gear and RACQUET in hand, while warming up with my TENNIS opponent)
A. No, I'm just here for the enlightening conversation.
Q. Can we use your tennis court to play? (asked two timid ladies sporting badminton racquets).
A. No, you don't have proper equipment.
Q. But it's the same thing
A. Well so is China and Hong Kong, but still, No...please go now!
Q. Can I play here, even though I'm not a member, nor do I have a racquet or tennis shoes, or skills? (asked a scantily clad vixen, with exotic eyes wearing flip-flops and a mini)
A. Of course, come on in, make yourself at home, you can use mine :)
Q. My baby has your eyes!
A. That's not a question! Next.
posted by Desiderius1979 at 8:28 AM
2 Comments:
i could've sworn you were ganesh!
really...I've been mistaken for a Greek god before, but a Hindu deity is a first ;) Must be my lightspeed racquet handling skills...makes it look like I've got multiple arms.
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