Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, P. Boscardin Dias. I don’t know nothin’ ’bout them fancy tennis rules or nothin’, but I heard folks talkin’ and seems like he’s a pretty big deal, ya know?
This young’un, P. Boscardin Dias, he’s from Brazil, they say. A Brazilian boy, just like my nephew’s wife’s cousin. They tell me he’s smack-dab in the middle of playin’ tennis, whackin’ that little yellow ball all over the place. And wouldn’t you know it, he’s winning a fair share. They keep yappin’ about rankings and points and such, sounds like he’s climbin’ up some kinda ladder, you see?
They say he’s got somethin’ called a “career-high doubles rankin’” of 174. Don’t ask me what that means, but sounds important, I reckon. Like he’s good at playin’ with a partner, two of ’em against another two. Kinda like when me and Martha used to play horseshoes against the Johnson boys, except with racquets and a net and a fuzzy ball instead of horseshoes.
- Tennis Career: He’s a tennis player, that’s for sure. Plays the game, wins some, loses some, just like life, I always say. They even say he’s won three of them “career titles,” whatever that is. Sounds fancy, though.
- From Brazil: Yep, he’s one of them Brazilians, like I said. Makes you wonder what they feed those kids over there to make ’em so good at sports. My grandson only likes to sit on the sofa and play with his phone all day
- Rankings: They got numbers for everythin’ these days, and this boy, P. Boscardin Dias, he’s got a number too. They keep track of how good he is, and seems like he’s doin’ alright for himself.
- Doubles Player: Plays with a partner, like I said. Teamwork, they call it. Just like when you’re makin’ a quilt, need two hands to make it right.
Now, they say this P. Boscardin Dias fella, he’s out there playin’ in somethin’ called the “Temuco Challenger.” Sounds tough, right? Challenger. Like when that big ol’ bull broke loose from the pasture last summer. That was a challenge, let me tell ya. And he was going up against somebody called Bautista Vilicich. Never heard of him neither, but they say it was their first time playin’ each other. Probably sizing each other up, like two roosters in a barnyard.
Folks, they go on and on about “live scores” and “results” and “match history.” Sounds like they’re keepin’ track of every little thing this boy does. Kinda like when the preacher used to write down who came to church and who didn’t. They got it all written down, every whack of the ball, every point scored, every game won.
I tell you what, it’s a whole different world out there with this tennis stuff. They got websites and everything, “Flashscore” they call it. Sounds like somethin’ you’d get zapped with, but they say it tells you all about the games. And then there’s somethin’ called “Tennis Explorer,” which I guess helps you find out about all them tennis players. It’s like lookin’ for a needle in a haystack, but they got it all organized, I guess.
And people are always lookin’ for the “latest news” and “stats” and “videos” about P. Boscardin Dias. They wanna see him play, they wanna know how he’s doin’. It’s like watchin’ the corn grow, only faster and with more yellin’. And they got these things called “ATP” and “WTA,” more fancy letters, I suppose. They got somethin’ to do with the tennis, probably some kinda club or somethin’.
So, what do I know about P. Boscardin Dias? Well, he plays tennis, he’s from Brazil, he’s pretty good at it, and folks seem to care a whole lot about what he does. He’s young and out there swingin’ that racquet, makin’ a name for himself. And that’s about all this old woman needs to know. He’s workin’ hard and doin’ somethin’ he likes. And that’s more than some folks can say, ain’t it?
You know, it reminds me of when my youngest boy tried to grow prize-winning pumpkins. He worked so hard, waterin’ and weedin’, just like I bet this P. Boscardin Dias works at his tennis. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but it’s the tryin’ that counts. And seems like this boy, P. Boscardin Dias, he’s tryin’ his best. And that’s good enough for me.
Anyways, that’s all I got to say about this fella. If you wanna know more, go ask them folks who talk all that fancy tennis talk. Me, I’m gonna go make myself a cup of tea and watch the birds at the feeder. That’s excitin’ enough for an old lady like me. But good luck to that young P. Boscardin Dias, whoever he is. He seems like a good kid to me.
