Fred bought Fred a candy apple, but Fred was allegic to the candy apple and didn't know it and his ping pong paddle got infected and Fred ended up losing because his hand swelled up.  Fred obviously knew Fred was allegic to candy apples and the whole time Fred's hand was being treated Fred secretly laughed to himself.

Fred was again upset at the officiating in the last match.  He was quoted as saying, "Life sucks and then this had to go and happen."  Fred tried to comfort Fred, but Fred would have none of it.  Fred wanted to be alone so Fred let him be alone.

Fred was still upset he lost the last game.  He almost threw his paddle in the lake.  Fred told him not to be a poor sport.  Fred was upset Fred called him a poor sport.  He said, "Fred, I've had enough of your shit."  Fred called timeout and stepped out of the batter's box.  Fred said, "There is no batter's box," and threw the first pitch over his head.  Fred was unsure what to do next.  Fred called him a dirty backgammon.  The game ended in a forfeit.  All the fans threw beer cups on the ice.

A very intense game of ping pong took place last night between Fred and Fred.  Fred was very upset after he lost while Fred basked in the glory of the victory.  Some have critecized Fred and called him a poor sport for complaining about the officiating.  They told him to stop whining and give Fred his due, but recent evidence seems to support Fred's claim and at the very least prove an argument is warranted.  When asked if his victory was legitimate Fred declined to comment and instead put out his cigar on my tennis shoe.  I asked if he would give me a gift certificate to buy new shoes, but he was already naked and walking to the shower.  I admired his stride and blindly scribbled down the events surrounding the distinguishing of the victory cigar.