honest to blog

I have no clue as to how the brilliant idea popped up, as in, none whatsoever. Nor do I bother to execute a thorough investigation on the subject matter. A warning though, my personal mystery may not be the public’s (as my youngest sister pointedly pointed out).

Late last year, I was conditioned to grace a tennis tournament at the Hilton; it was a final match between a national tennis player and some awesome chick from

Taipei

. That was not the point, however. The point lies on the intriguing logistical aspect of the tennis balls. Lo and behold, a round of applause for the wonders of the females’ skirt.

Before that particular match and some consultation sessions with my sis, I used to think that those tennis skirts had some sort of compartments or pockets on the insides. During the match, I noticed that the players simply slipped the tennis balls inside their skirts and played on. Never once did those balls fell out of their storage locations despite the players’ vigorous movements. After the match, I became a newly converted believer in the reliability of the females’ tennis skirts.

Some times after the match, I started noticing that all skirt-wearing female tennis players – no matter how amateur or professional – always keep an extra tennis ball mostly during their service turns. And I’m still forever waiting for the balls to drop.