The Age of Reason

"Not so fast, sonny boy!" beamed the TennisTitan. The 'Battle of the Briscoe's' had one final act this morning at the Lake Tarpon Tennis and Sail Club wherein Darwinian Theory was soundly refuted by the results. Rob 'Jersey Bomber' Briscoe, fresh off a seven day cruise to Honduras, Belize and Mexico attempted to plant his imprimatur as the 'Briscoe with the dominant tennis gene.' But the 'braggadocios bullshitter' had other ideas. Wearing his knee braces, donning a newly acquired back brace, properly stretched out, and with three ibuprofens awash in 40 ounces of java, the newly invigorated 'Titan of Tarpon' torpedoed the 'mauler of Monmouth' NJ. The hotly contested, hard fought, seesaw battle (7-6 [4]) was resolved to the raucous delight of an admiring, if not confounded wife, witnessing her husband fending off the bombastic barbs and surgical strokes of their 'hostile host.' "Third rate tennis is more entertaining than second rate comics at 2AM in the morning even without the booze" quipped Therese as the men met at net. "It had to be the 5 hour drive from Miami last night" explained the 'naughty nephew' to his smiling spouse. "No way" pontificated the 'Pope of Pomposity.' "This was not about the 'survival of the fittest.' Your 'big bang' theory of serving against me was effectively countered by my 'natural selection' of spin and placement on all my shots. You double faulted three times on game point. There is an 'evolution' to my game. You ran but could not hide." To wit Rob responded "Okay, 'uncutous uncle' let's evolve now to the pool and have a race."