Have you ever stood at the service line, crouched down, tossed the ball into the air with the slightest spin, brought your right arm up at the perfect angle for a deep hard serve, and then been so overwhelmed by the foulness of your underarm odor that you missed the serve?
Oh no. Me either.
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Safely say, no. Not me. Though I have been so struck by my opponents skirt I missed a serve.
This seems like a Friday Confession… ;)
It’s hypothetical!
Um, yeah. Been there.