Unemployment Benefit

"Titan, sometimes we Germans make up our minds to do something, and we do it - even if it doesn't make sense to the rest of the world. Haven't you heard about World War II?" So rationalized Bob 'Kraut' Kluge as he squeezed the water out of the ball and returned it to his 'fallen fellow 'drenched dullard.' 'Der Klugemeister' was feeling just dandy having survived the tie breaker in his (6-7 [3]) defeat of the 'saturated sycophant' at Andrus Park in Yonkers this dreary afternoon. The Teutonic former Pepsi truck driver contacted the 'loafing libertine' this morning as the skies brightened and obtained a commitment from TT for two sets of singles. "I quit my job, now I need to face your lob" just couldn't be resisted. By the 3PM game time mist was in the air, at 2-2 the mist had become a light drizzle; at 4-4, a steady rain, and when TennisTitan again knotted the contest at 6, a downpour. The "no sense quitting now" attitude which marked this contest from that "I'm wet anyway" moment midway through the one hour long affair became "I better beat this bastard" as the breaker began. As the long time friends gathered their soggy equipment at net Titan remarked, "I believe the word for us is 'dummkoph.' "Nein, mein freund, Tommy - that is you. "Das Wort für mich ist (Kluge) MEISTER! - you can look it up!"