Ah, maybe "offend" was way too strong a word. I figured you were giving me some s*** about something but couldn't quite figure it out. Since tennis is inextricably wound up with my manliness and fortitude and all.
Anyway, the boy doesn't play tennis, at least not yet. He likes whacking balls around but, at least last time we tried, he was too much of a puss to try to cover the whole court so we could actually play. Your correspondent is not my bride. Although any lady accountant who drinks in a pub is probably somebody I'd get along with.