The Right Medicine

"Pistol, you were so right" quipped the TennisTitan at the conclusion of play at Kinsley this sultry summer morning. TT was referring to the 'prophetic pharmacist's prediction after Thursday's abysmal showing that the 'bloated blowhard' might play better on Saturday. The 'lethargic Lothario' was paired again with the 'Pistol' in sets against George 'Teacher' Febles and Stuart 'not ESPN' Scott (6-2) and then against Rich 'Prezidente' Prezioso and Carl the 'anonymous Gas Man' (6-2). "You raised your game a notch yourself" Titan retorted to the 'medicine mixologist.' "Titan, you gave me a dose of my own medicine in that final set" Pistol shot back. Frank 'Slats' Slattery quickly jumped in, sensing that the air of friendliness was leaving the conversation. "Lou, you can't expect to carry the 'garrulous gourmand' in a third set? I had to bear that weight of the 'witty whiner and play with him." "Frankie, cut the shit" blistered the 'cantankerous curmudgeon.' "I have preached that the third set is always about heart! Damn the ability, damn the conditioning, - it is about the will-to-win, and I have that! You needed me on your side." With that said Bob 'Kraut' Kluge couldn't take it anymore. "Lou, we lost a heart-braker; a nail-biting third set (7-5) to a 'pompous prevaricator' and his 'coddling counselor' who actually blew a 5-2 lead. I need a prescription for Acyclovir before we leave." "Bob, that's for an S-T-D, like herpes" informed the 'apathetic apothecary.' "Hell no" fired back the 'testy Teuton.' I'd use it to Stop Titan's Domination!!!