Swedish Parker!

Last week I flew, largely on a whim, to Trondheim to see a friend I’d met on my spur-of-the-moment adventure to Oslo a couple of weeks back.

We were having a few glasses of white wine (which I’ve just recently fallen in love with – where were you all these years?)  and out came my story about coming to live in Sweden all because my idol as a boy was Stefan Edberg.

I mentioned how I’d played two years of junior tennis (ages 8-10) and that I thought I was still pretty handy with a racquet. Nancy disagreed.

So we setup a bet (for a pair of Trondheim-Stockholm airfares, no less) and I spent the two days leading up to the big match totally over-hyping my ability/chances of winning.

…it wasn’t until I was humiliated 6-1, 6-0 that I realised nine years of experience (her) vs. two years of experience (me) playing junior tennis is quite an unrealistic gap to bridge.

Not sure which is more bruised; my ego or credit card…

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