The boys had their first tennis tournament over the weekend. It was five hours of match play against kids around their age. I had run home for a few minutes and missed some of Brennan’s last match. When I returned, I asked Chris for an update and found out Brennan had won second place in his age group.
“That’s great!” I reply.
“Yeah, that part is great. What isn’t so great is what happened during the match.” Chris says quietly to me to avoid being overheard by other parents surrounding us.
“Why? What happened?”
“I saw Brennan getting a little antsy in between points. After a few minutes of this, he walks over to the older boys helping them with his match, talks to them and leaves the court through the back entrance of the fence. I thought they had lost a ball and he was looking for it on the golf course.”
“Did he lose a ball?”
Chris shakes his head. “Brennan walks up to a tree on the golf course and turns to the boys still on the court. He yells “Shield me!” and all the boys stand up, lift their arms in the air and form a half circle to hide Brennan from the spectators.”
“No.” I say. “Oh, No. he wasn’t.”
“Yes. Yes, he was. Our son left the middle of his match to pee on the golf course.”
Oh dear Lord. I don’t think they give out any special awards for that in the tournament.
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