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Well, let me tell ya somethin’ ’bout this Piedmont College tennis team. They ain’t no slouches, that’s for sure. Folks been talkin’ ’bout how good they are, and I reckon they ain’t wrong. Now, I ain’t no fancy expert or nothin’, but I hear tell they got these rankings, see? Rankings! That’s how they figure out who’s the best of the best. Like them fellers at the ITA, the Intercollegiate Tennis Association, they keep track of all them college tennis players, boys and girls both. This Piedmont team, they been…

Well, let me tell ya somethin’ ’bout this golfin’ school, the Agry Davis School of Golfing for Fun. It ain’t just for them fancy folks with their shiny clubs and perfect swings. It’s for everyone, y’hear? Young, old, beginners, and even them fellas who think they know it all but still slice the ball into the woods every darn time. Now, what’s this “fun” they’re talkin’ about? See, for some folks, fun is hittin’ that little white ball a country mile. They just wanna see it fly, y’know? Like a…

Alright, let’s gab about these here MD Sports table tennis tables, you know, the ping pong thingamajigs. I ain’t no fancy expert or nothin’, but I’ve seen a table or two in my day, and I reckon I can tell ya a thing or two about what makes a good one, and if these MD Sports tables are worth your hard-earned pennies. First off, you gotta think about the top, the part where the ball bounces. You don’t want some flimsy thing that’ll buckle like a wet noodle the first…

Hey there, y’all! Let’s gab a bit about these long tennis skirts, ya know, the kind the gals are wearin’ all over the place now. I seen ’em at the store, and lemme tell ya, they’re somethin’ else. First off, they ain’t like the short little things we used to wear back in the day. These here skirts, they go down, way down, sometimes almost to your ankles! Can you believe it? Long tennis skirts, that’s what they call ’em, and they’re hotter than a pistol right now. Makes a…

Alright, let’s gab about them 1990 Fleer basketball cards, you know, the ones the young’uns are always yappin’ about. I don’t know much ‘bout basketball, but I sure know a thing or two ‘bout stuff bein’ worth money, or not worth a plugged nickel, as the case may be. Now, these 1990 Fleer basketball cards, they were ever’where back in the day. Kids were tradin’ ‘em, flippin’ ‘em, stickin’ ‘em in their bike spokes. Nobody thought much of ‘em then, just pieces of cardboard with pictures of fellas in short…

Well, let me tell ya ’bout this 10 foot basketball hoop thing. Folks say it’s the regular size, the one everybody uses, ya know? I ain’t no expert, mind you, but from what I gather, if you wanna be any good at shootin’ hoops, you gotta practice on one of these tall fellas. It’s all about gettin’ your muscles used to throwin’ the ball that high, like the young’uns say, “muscle memory” or somethin’ like that. First off, why ten foot? I heard tell it’s ’cause some fella named Naismith,…