California Spring Break (Day 6)
I basically sat around all day waiting for either my Dad or Craig to come home. Both of them ended up working late, so it was dark by the time I first left the house. Craig challenged me to a game of tennis, so I took him up on his offer. Craig used to play tennis more often back in the day, when he was growing up in Bermuda, and he never lost an ounce of that skill he retained from his childhood years.
I came prepared, wearing my "Me in a Bulldozer" t-shirt. I had hoped that my fantastic sense of humor would deter him from destroying my every last hope and dream. Craig went easy on me, that much I could tell, but I wasn't about to go down without a fight. The cold dead look in my eyes resembled that of an aging fighter, striving one last time for the championship he has always dreamed of.
Craig stood ready for my lightning serve. The few that I got within the regulatory boundaries while retaining pro-level velocity surprised the hell outta Craig. Craig then returned the favor by stunning me with his quick serve and pinpoint placement.
The moon was so bright, and in the correct part of the sky, so much that it resembled one of the streetlights above. It took the genius of a man like me to distinguish one from the other, and to realize that moon beings were not, in fact coming down to get us.