My brief sojourn through some of the Nashville thrift stores produced a number of classics, including this white glory. I would hate to be a tennis ball at this competition, because apparently they are hit at incredible speeds. (That's quite impressive for junior novices.) I wonder how quickly a tennis ball would have to travel to ignite due to air friction. Is it grimacing because it is trying to go more quickly, or is it in pain? I suppose we'll never know.

No more quotes about shirts! Ever!