The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for August 18, 2015

15 – love.

It’s your own double fault.

Plead your case to the line judge.

Maybe he’s just stinging you along.

The Cop was lucky John McEnroe didn’t greet him at the door!

he might have to serve time

The complainer from the Spalding company is named Mitt.

WILSONNNN!

Tennis rackets, that is.

Spalding no longer has the balls to take Wilson to court so they sent the cops.

The neighbor is a bit high strung. He needs to get a grip

If he bribes the cop to go away, remind him tennis too much to pay any racketeer.

Backhanded compliment, if you think about it.

Also, we have reports of one of your soccer balls litering the Pacific Ocean.

Please remember to wait to hit the SUBMIT button again. Or go back and delete the second (and third) postings.

Net net net , these are pretty bad.

Must be a pretty big racquet if I ever noticed one.