Setting the table for dinner is much like tennis. First, you throw the dishes over the net, which divides the court. Then, just like a tennis ball, the tablecloth is yellow or green in hue. And, in tennis, you can play the game either solo or with a team member, two against two; likewise, you can eat dinner alone or with tablemates: a pair of enemies on either side of the razor-wire fence.
Using a knife to carve the turkey is like cheating in tennis.
White tennis shoes remind me of drinking glasses filled with milk. And the strings on a tennis racket are made from filaments of nylon, which is reminiscent of the polyurethane found in most cuisine; also think of the various desserts that contain Zyex, Vectran, and Kevlar.
Stay-fresh ziplock seals for leftovers are just like Andre Agassi’s wife Brooke Shields. (I understand that they technically broke up in 1999, but I do not accept this.)
Most importantly, “love” is a term used in tennis instead of the words “nil” or “zero” to describe an absence of points; for instance, a game score of “30 to 0” is voiced as “thirty love” — this corresponds to the intense affection that people feel for good food.
A seasoned player like the aforesaid Mr. Agassi will serve the ball to his opponent using the same technique that a server in a restaurant will employ to set spoons and forks upon the table; and, once either individual finishes his task, we notice that both the tennis player and the waiter are now drenched in sweat.
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