Schoolin'

"So, 'Chemist,' did we provide this upstart with a good education this morning, or not" quipped the 'immobile minotaur' with that shit-eating grin hidden behind those white whiskers. Your Titan had just taken his nephew, Robbie 'Jersey Bomber' Briscoe, to the proverbial cleaners (6-2) in their set of singles to complete play at Kinsley this morning. Rob had started off quickly against the 'bloated behemoth' jumping off to a two-love advantage before guile and experience took over. TT proceeded to run the table as effectively as he 'ran his mouth.' 'Chemists' had defeated the neophyte (6-2) in the previous set as TT laid in wait, resting and devising his game plan. Indeed, George 'Chemist' Hauss had laid the groundwork for TT's victory by sapping the energy and deflating the confidence of the younger Briscoe in their mano y mano confrontation. Rob had sampled the sweet taste of victory in his first set playing alongside his erstwhile uncle in their (6-2) swamping of 'Chemist'/'Big Al' DioDati. But without the Titan to steady the ship Rob was run wild by the experienced 'Bunsen Burner' maven who prevailed in almost all extensive rallies and put his heavy top spin in play. As the boys met at net 'Chemist' used his keen analytical mind to opine, "Kid, maybe you're just not ready for prime time. Titan and I give away 20 years to you, but that's also twenty years of experience." The 'egomanical egotist' retorted, "Rob, lunch is on me. You made me feel 20 years younger!"