Word: wasserstein
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...wasn’t playing to beat Summers. I was playing to destroy Ben Wasserstein. He kept glaring at me, as if he had something to say. It gave me a headache, which only made me want to obliterate him more...
...forehand blasts which went long, lobs and weird slices which left my body twisted when I finished the swing. Summers, by contrast, was the very picture of consistency and cool, only his eyes giving away any hint of emotion. Well, his eyes, and the occasional sigh when Wasserstein fucked...
...thought there was no way we could lose. I was concentrating mostly on not snickering out loud about how Wasserstein had told me before the match that he was “clearly” better than Kenyon and me. Now, Larry was definitely better than both of us. If Ben W. was also better than us, then why was his team’s collective ass getting kicked so relentlessly by the foot of Weaver and Mathis...
Kenyon: From 4-1 it goes to like 5-4. I thought we still had it in the bag, but there was no countering the blistering cross-court shots by our president nor the awkward game-winners from Wasserstein. They had momentum on their side too, something Ben ML and I had lost...
...serving. We had to take it back from them, and we very nearly did, with several scores of deuce, then our ad, then deuce, then their ad, then deuce, but ultimately they just had it in them. I couldn’t believe it. That doofus Wasserstein...