Tennis, Tennis...um...how about tennis Wait, did I say tennis?
In my whole life, all I ever really asked for was to meet a man named Sylvia. One single human specimen in the male form with a given name of Sylvia. Is that so much to demand? Do the Gods hate me so much? My only other request, in 30 years, was to witness some boy walking around town with a papoose attached to him. I even gave these non-wish-granting Gods a choice....I said that i'd settle for anyone with a papoose. Any single human person with a papoose affixed to their belly. And when even that was too much, I settled...again. A papoose sandwich. A simple damn papoose sandwich. That's all I asked for. Two slices of bread with a damn papoose inside. But NOOOOO...you couldn't even do that for me. And when I asked you, ohh you unholy wretched Gods, to line up a simple game of Chutes and Ladders with a donkey, you let me down...yet again. You know, i've just had it already. Its time for me to take a stand. To lash out and chart a new road for myself in these times of need.
Richard Marx and John Tesh.
Super.
Super.
Super.
Jimmy Connors, Dian Fossey