During the month of tennis madness that is January, I’ve managed to squeeze in the time to play some tennis myself.
Upon seeing the suspiciously relevant Facebook ad, I put my virtual hand up to play in the DeRUCCI Cup. According to Facebook, I had a good chance of winning by default:
You may know of the DeRUCCI brand through its sponsorship of the Australian Open.
Or here:
He’s everywhere. Including on the fences at the tournament. He judgementally stared at me every time I lost a point.As always the scariest part of air travel is seeing the sinister face of creepy bed MF De Rucci all over airport. pic.twitter.com/4EBhM7XaFJ
— Ian Whitworth (@ianwhitworth) February 24, 2016
You know a tournament’s well organised when you’re addressed as this via email:
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| Oh yea bb, I’m a playr’ |
You also know that an event’s really profesh' when the music sounds like someone's spent 10 minutes on Garageband and is shut off with little subtlety.
The most bizarre thing was that I was seeded no. 2 in the tournament. 'WTF' was all I could say about this. Especially because I was double-bageled in the first round by an unseeded (though much better) player. What an upset!?
I didn’t leave empty handed, though - I received a strange calendar/dream diary and a nice photo frame. I knew exactly what to put in it…
The most bizarre thing was that I was seeded no. 2 in the tournament. 'WTF' was all I could say about this. Especially because I was double-bageled in the first round by an unseeded (though much better) player. What an upset!?
I didn’t leave empty handed, though - I received a strange calendar/dream diary and a nice photo frame. I knew exactly what to put in it…
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