Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this tennis match, y’know, the one with them fellas, uh… Brandon Nas…Naka… whatever his name is, and that other fella, Hugo somethin’. Yeah, Brandon Nakashima vs. Ugo Humbert, that’s it!
So, I watched these youngins battlin’ it out on the TV. My grandkids, they set it up for me. Said it was a big deal, these tennis fellas. Honestly, I don’t know much ’bout tennis. Seems like a lotta runnin’ around and hittin’ a fuzzy ball. But hey, it was somethin’ to watch, kept me outta mischief.
First off, this Ugo fella, he’s French, they said. Fancy talkin’ fella, I bet. He was whippin’ that ball somethin’ fierce at the start. Made that Brandon boy run all over the place. I tell ya, he was sweatin’ like a pig in July. Ugo, he won that first set, quick as a hiccup. Six to three, they said. I was thinkin’, “Well, this ain’t gonna be much of a fight.”
But hold yer horses, that Brandon fella, he ain’t no pushover. He started hittin’ the ball harder, makin’ Ugo run around for a change. It was like he woke up or somethin’. He took that second set, six to four. See? Told ya he wasn’t gonna roll over. These young fellas, they got grit, gotta give ’em that.
- So, the match was tied, one set apiece.
- Things got real interestin’ then.
- Back and forth they went, like a couple of roosters peckin’ at each other.
The third set, well, that was a nail-biter. Folks in the crowd, they were yellin’ and clappin’. I was sittin’ on the edge of my chair, almost spilled my tea. Ugo, he was playin’ smart, placin’ the ball where that Brandon fella couldn’t reach it. And that Brandon, he was gettin’ a bit frustrated, you could see it in his face. He was huffin’ and puffin’. He even slammed his racket down once, made a big ol’ bang. My grandson told me they played each other in Paris, Wimbledon and Tokyo too this year. That’s a lot of tennis, I reckon.
In the end, that Ugo fella, he pulled it off. Won that third set, six to four. Ugo Humbert beat Brandon Nakashima. Took him two hours and four minutes, they said. That’s a long time to be runnin’ around hittin’ a ball, I tell ya. I get tired just watchin’ ’em.
So, what did I think? Well, it was a good match, I guess. Kept me entertained. That Ugo fella, he’s a good player, knows what he’s doin’. But that Brandon boy, he’s got spirit. He didn’t give up, even when he was down. That’s what counts, right? Givin’ it your all, even if you don’t win. Reminds me of that time I tried to bake a pie for the county fair… but that’s a story for another day.
Anyway, this tennis stuff, it’s somethin’, ain’t it? Folks payin’ good money to watch these fellas hit a ball back and forth. Times have changed, that’s for sure. Back in my day, we made our own entertainment. But hey, to each their own, I say. If them youngins wanna run around and hit a fuzzy ball, let ’em have at it. Just as long as they stay outta trouble and don’t break nothin’.
And that’s the story of that tennis match, Brandon Nakashima and Ugo Humbert, fightin’ it out on the court. Two hours of runnin’ and hittin’ and whatnot. Ugo won, but Brandon, he gave it a good go. And me? Well, I got a story to tell, and that ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make myself a cup of tea. All this talkin’ about tennis has made me thirsty.
