Fishing Lesson

"Say, what?' retorted the TennisTitan. "I said 'remember there are 2 'L's' in Saywell - neither of which stands for 'loser,' Titan. By the way, does 'TT stand for 'tired'and 'tortured?' because that's how you looked to me out there in our 4o minute match (2-6) under the midday skies of a hot and humid Blue Crab Key. Tom 'Polar Bear' Saywell took the measure of the 'bombastic blowhard' in their impromptu set at the facility before the Saywell clan hit Pine Island Sound for some red fish action. Dad, Jim Saywell had warned the 'blogging bullshitter' that Tom would use his racket like a rod and cast his magic on the Titan and lure him into complacency with good steady play between the white lines. "Titan, he had you on his hook from the first game" chimed in Uncle Bob with a broad smile. "He didn't even have to use his spinner return to bait you into the net" a proud father interjected. "He's in pharmacy school at Ohio Northern University. You should have expected to get a dose of your own medicine. "Yeah, but at least I didn't worm out of the set and retire at 2-4 when I was playing like a dead shrimp" responded the 'pedantic prevaricator.' "You'll have to gulp down this defeat and tackle how to beat him the next time your paths cross" commented Uncle Bob Saywell. "We learned our fishing on Lake Erie, tennis we picked 'on the fly' down here."