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Siamo ormai alla stretta finale.

La selezione è stata durissima, ma la cerchia allocation of candidates of the "Golden Badile 2010", which will award the coveted trophy of beach tennis player of the Bath and surrounding areas most foul Spina year, is now well defined.

By late summer, a few are still contenders for the opportunity to try to assert nell'agguerrito group of finalists, and the fight promises to be furious over the past weekend.

While we show the competitors in the race, we recall below the particular specialty at the base of the assessments that have allowed the selection.

un candidato escluso perchè difficilmente valutabile: 

in questa stagione fortunatamente ha giocato troppo poco 

la badilata

Qualsiasi colpo portato alla pallina che, per la sua peculiarità, abbia ricevuto l’approvazione dai vertici della Coldiretti. E’ un colpo portato con rara potenza e pervicace determinazione, ma sbagliato per tempo, forza, direzione ed intensità. E’ per antonomasia   il missed shot to 360 degrees: the perfect missed shot.

technical study. How can the beach tennis player to be sure that he threw a shovel? Simple: if there's a dog in the neighborhood, barking out of solidarity.

the sbadilata

As the shovel, but - if possible - more.

technical study. How can the beach tennis player to be sure that he pulled a sbadilata? Simple: if there is a dog nearby, howling in sympathy.

the first candidate: already understand that the expression

does not understand what is happening around

sometimes happens that a shovel to the opponent responds with an incongruous riveted, which then follows a sbadilata and so on, and often the exchange continued for some time despite the playmates you sgolino, invoking the of beach tennis and tear his hair in an attempt to stop the horrible sequence.

technical study. How can beachtennista be sure have done a correct sequence of sbadilate and shovel? Simple: if there's a dog in the neighborhood, not only approaches the player whining happy, but asks the pedigree, the number of microchips that have entered (unbeknownst to him) under the skin, and even if he has already made the vaccine against distemper.

the service tends to infinity

Any service where the trajectory the ball, parallel to the ground, it meets only the infinite, respecting what is stated in the fifth postulate of Euclid. In reality, no service has ever succeeded in so sbadilato; services are, however, been reported that dug craters in the beach of flying from one hand, and other Marina di Ravenna.

the second candidate when the service charge,

with the power and agility of a combine harvester

the side Sutomore

In this shot the ball, struck with the extreme edge of the racket, broken down the side shoots playmate, or if necessary the unsuspecting viewer, or a player in the field next, or a Senegalese peddler of way, etc.. etc.).

shock absorption fiappa

This is not so nice, but this is an attempt of the ball that remains desperately short on this side of the net.

service to howitzer

E 'service Spizzo up, whose dizzying parable sowing terror among the gulls and hang gliders.

the service on tape

It 's the service that the ball after incinerated the ear of your companion impacting the ear flap to the two hundred per hour, hits the net and bounces miserably in their field .

the third candidate: You will notice the extreme concentration,

which will be completely useless for the purpose of the game

lungolinea off the

stroke that requires natural talent arising from the particular shape of the joints of the radius and ulna at the elbow and wrist, respectively, and determining the chronic mismatch of the coup 5-10 sexagesimal degrees outward from the desired trajectory.

the "macarena"

shot already mentioned in an old post: andatevelo see clicking here.

the lob out of place

Stroke improvident born player's inability to correctly assess the effect of the wind. Causes short lobs whose consequent smash drill usually the innocent partner, or long lob that transported by trade winds, depositing the ball in the exotic places of immense beauty, but normally located outside the field of play .

the fourth candidate: so accustomed to the use of the shovel

here seems to have dug the grave alone

call incongruous

particular player's ability to call to his companion, anxiously committed to chasing a ball directly at the edges of the field, "Out!" the ball inside and "Good!" the ball out.

the "smash trash"

He says the term itself means any unsuccessful dunk attempt, worthy only to be thrown in the garbage.

ingroppata the self-destructive fratricidal

generous in an attempt to hit a ball in the manifest destiny of the competence of the partner, the ingroppatore overwhelms and crushes it like a hamburger, then wrong obviously riveted.

the "I never thought of making a mistake!"
Also called the "Really I was there." Any shot where the racket , while hail bold with safety, will not impact the ball, giving the impression that it passes through the mysterious, almost dematerialized form.

the fifth candidate: his legendary

unnecessary dives into the sand

skipping Ranon

clumsy attempt to hit the ball jumping but the wrong time, the manner, place and apparently also the declination.

the beautiful statue

ability of a player to remain immobile on a ball directly to him unquestionably. On the other hand, as Altan said in an old cartoon that would affect the inertia of some left-wing parties in organizing an alternative, why stand still when you can stand still?

riveted the generous

player's ability to argue a ball despite the repeated warnings of Comrade that is vented in an attempt to make him understand how it is doomed not only to the outside of the playing field, but also by the administrative boundaries of the municipality of Comacchio.

the sixth candidate: behind the apparent calm hides

the character of the extermination

the mallet involuntary

capacity player beaten with the bat next to his companion, in an attempt to intervene on a ball midway between the two. While Mazzola - cautiously - trying to retreat, the infamous beating wildly at random, causing injury to the partner comparable to the systematic beatings of some South American dictatorships. After Mazzola, while his teammate is dying on the ground, the mallet is often the courage to ask, with ostentatious nonchalance: "I Do not mica hurt, right?"

...

when two candidates for the "Golden shovel" play in pairs,

may constitute a real threat to public safety

here, probably with a Sutomore side have

just pulverized the girl with the purple bikini,
on the sideline in the previous photo

(and on closer examination, was nominated to be the No. 6!)

My children, is more difficult to win the "Golden shovel" than the Master Turquoise!

... And because it's raining today (government thief), rather than bask in idleness scratching, you may identify other candidates to your preferences, identify and propose other specialties in which you think should excel Fouled players in short, get busy and if you like, let then live in the comments or where the hell you want.

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the story - the story of the injured

I was sitting under the balcony of the house and plug the gun racket was misguided attempt to replace the grip, when suddenly I feel that the gate opens and I enter the two courtyard, dressed as gauchos , both with a rose between his teeth, locked in a tango - I think - of Carlos Gardel.

lunfardo greet me in and, after performing a perfect ocho adelante , come home, grab my wife, if the load on his shoulder and run away like hell in the direction of the Lido of Este.
not understand at first, then realized: Oh my God, the two Argentines who met on Facebook!
that Facebook would bring bad luck I suspected for some time, but you could get this, no!
I lean out of the gate, and already in the distance I see two shady characters on them and my wife screams and kicks Olivia like Popeye when she is kidnapped by Bluto.
I immediately organize to pursue them. I go in the room, I pull the shirt out of the drawer jogging, take a pair of shorts, check that the colors are well matched, socks, shoes, cuff, look in the mirror and realize that maybe I'm getting better the yellow shirt . Then better than blacks and gray socks that I also change my shorts. Then I try a gray cuff, but there is: okay, I'll put a band.
I look in the mirror and I look like an Albanian just landed from a rubber boat from the port of Vlora.
I remember all the combinations of clothing, while we are also wearing stopwatch and MP3 player, so I take this opportunity to do some 'training, and rapid delivery to the chase.
the curve Harold realized that I have not closed the door. I go back, I close, I put the keys now you know where , I am going to leave but the phone rings.
My mother. I lose ten minutes to explain that I'm fine, I eat, the sun is shining, the sea sucks etc..: Mom is still Mom. Finally, the division and now the screams of my wife feel very far away, but do not despair.
After the bridge of the first Logonovo individual tracks: two cans of beef expired in 1939. I'm on the right track. At ice cream making Italy one of the roses that I held tight in his mouth, and a hundred meters after stumbling into a bandoneon. Then I see a CD of Astor Piazzola. And a piece of asado a bombilla for mate and a premolar (hey, the kidnapped ... you are defending). We are heading to Porto Garibaldi. Encouraged
, after having a look inside the library The Oaks and the window of Alice Sport, the division of a large career to boarding the ferry on portocanale.
The screams of my wife are getting closer, and I see a cloud of dust down the avenue.
finally reaches them boarding the ferry. They are in front of me, but between we are three people in line. My wife, gagged with a bandana and tied to bellemeglio with a lasso, I launched one peremptory look, as if to say: "What are you waiting, come here, quickly." He spread his arms as if to say that I have in front of people, not I jump on him, a little 'patience and education, by golly!
Meanwhile watch the two South Americans, agitated, rising on the ferry with their backpack on his shoulder screaming, shouting to the driver to set sail: two forms of blood, skinned cats as road, bruised, swollen, stunned by the cries, one without a mustache and one balding, with tufts of dyed hair strewn everywhere. Two scrap, but apparently still determined.
When it's my turn, I get on the ferry, I approach the ticket and realized with dismay that I have no money. Twenty cents separate me from my beloved wife, but unfortunately I have to get off. She strikes me with a look and see uscirle a wisp of smoke from the ears while I understand the gestures that mica can not pay the ferry ticket, be patient and find a solution.
And while I'm there that I evaluate whether it is better to go home, recover and return to this twenty cents or ferry to go to Porto Garibaldi making the rounds on the deck of Romea (go to swim is not talked about, if I want to drink some hydrocarbons, I rather quaff a can kerosene), one of the two desperados leans over the edge of the boat, and after swirl over the heads of bolas, lashes out at me.
I can barely dodge the first two balls, but the third strikes me in the left eye.
I fall with a crash on the platform in a pool of blood.

When I recover, it's too late, and sadly I'm going back home, thinking about my loved one who finds himself lost in a vast and hostile land, perhaps in a hacienda in the middle of the pampas .
But do not despair, it can not end like this. As soon as I finish le ferie e mi sarò ripreso, mi organizzo per bene, magari telefono a Genova per sapere quando salpa il primo piroscafo per Buenos Aires e setaccerò l’Argentina da cima a fondo, finché non l’avrò ritrovata.

Anche se, secondo me, me la rimanderanno indietro prima .

... 

Due cose.

La  prima è che confido nel sense of humor degli amici argentini: capiranno che scherzo, e sapranno perdonarmi.

La seconda è che oggi compie gli anni l'amministratore delegato del Team , nonchè mio storico socio di beach tennis. Auguri da parte mia and - I feel I can say - all friends of the Bath Plug and bathrooms nearby. It also quietly

turn the candles on the cake: the firefighters I have already early warning me.