Retarded Players

I've had my share of them and quite frankly Ive had enough. When you're nursing a hangover and your 'student' completely misses the ball for a serve, you lose sympathy and finding the breath to say 'nearly there, keep trying, maybe next time you'll actually hit the ball', is a chore. This week it is in the form of Ursula, a 40 something doctor who wouldnt say boo to a goose and is generally afraid of everything, including the ball, and most definitely me. She is the perpertrator for swatting flies and generally making my coaching skills look laughable. The best thing about this woman is that she actually keeps her spare balls down her top. Fruit Loop.