This is us in our tennis gear.

In case you can't tell from the photo, we are a family-owned bizness.

We try not to be overly-commercial in our promotion of the website—that would be
the passing-shots.com website, located curiously enough at www.passing-shots.com

You can also type http://www.passing-shots.com and that works too.

Okay, okay, its not funny. Geez, lighten up.

Anyway—the tall, bearded gent is Aren. He is the code-head and handles all of the programming. He is also working on artificial intelligence (of which he has some) and is an avid gamer, both as a player and developer. He has a natural two-handed backhand that really hacks my widget.

The good-looking one is Dee. She has a designer's eye for art and has a high feng-sho graphical quotient. Feng she, fung chi, whatever the devil it is. We used to play Mixed Doubles, but stopped because the dang couch is just too uncomfortable.

The knucklehead with the bandana is sorely, sourly and solely responsible for most of the bad puns found on the site, of which he can offer no XQs nor recompense.

We need your support to continue making tennis humor available to whomever is foolish enough to stumble on the website—that would be the www.passing-shots.com site—oh, crumb, already mentioned that ... well, we hope you subscribe because I haven't eaten in weeks and my holes have shoes in them.

I can't believe you read this all the way to the end, but thanks for your patience and hope you make every shot a passing shot.

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