What are we even doing here?
Smashing a ball into his opponent’s face would be just any ordinary day where he’s slightly perturbed.
You think Andre Agassi would be sorry for almost decapitating his opponent?
Not a damn chance.
He’d be glad because that would mean he’d have an advantage moving forward.
Buddy over here immediately went over and apologized.
Where is the competitive spirit in that?
Where is the dawg mentality?
But he’s the competition and he shouldn’t have been standing there.
It’s not your fault that his face got in the way of the ball.
We’ve seen the pussification of all sports across the board throughout the years.
But now that even tennis is getting pussified?
That’s when you know that we’ve totally lost control of the situation.
This world has gone softer than a deliciously fresh, warm chocolate chip cookie straight out of the oven.
You think pickleball gives a shit about head shots?
Especially not when players are bashing their own skulls so hard that they’re breaking their paddles.
Hell yeah, brother.
That shit is punk rock.
