I was all ready to play tennis once, but then I learned that the young lady planned to knock my balls around with a big racket, all the while shouting things like "Twenty, Love!" (which I presumed was the racket mentioned earlier) to keep score. Since I didn't have twenty, I let tennis slide and decided to shoot golf instead. Got several, found a twenty gauge (bore) using #8 shot was best, but they're stringy little devils after you skin 'em and they have a rubbery flavor and texture. Never could understand why all them fellas were chasin' after me, wavin' those sticks. Shot some pool for a while, too, and was thrown out of the Louvre and the MMA for shooting pictures....