The phrase has
several meanings, for the most part very similar in origin and somewhat the
same in meaning - from surprise in someone else’s err, one’s response to one’s
own fault, to how to respond to a child whom just fell down.
The Brit’s coined
the phrase in most any fashion and it is where the more abbreviated whoops
we know today, originated.
Playing a
tournament in the early 90’s (not 1890’s) in Atlanta, it was literally a
women’s fashion show on court with all the more vivid clothing colors, matching
or coordinated (I believe they were still referred to as such back then) bloomers.
I know things have gotten a little skimpier since then, but one didn’t have to
search to notice the array of under-skirt garments being worn that day.
In justification of
this, to the untrained eye, plain color compression shorts don’t draw the same
attention as multi-colored and funky-print bloomers, at least not for the same
reason. Okay, I should have stayed away from this topic, but I am using it to
build up to this unusual occurrence.
Exhausted after my
match, while waiting to watch my girlfriend’s match, I take in this serious 4.5
ladies doubles match, noticing all these women came dressed to kill and more
than willing to draw blood with their shots.
I had just sat
down, so I have no clue what the score was, nor did I care – I was just wanting
to recover from my match and watch my girl take to court.
Well, the server
hits this nice wide and deep serve and the returner hits a set-up shot just
about near the server’s service line and the server takes a few steps in, get’s
up on her toes and rips it back to the returner. She struck early and high, the
ball with all this stop spin working on it, and it lands a few feet in front of
her opponent. Only partially through her
swing, the server’s shot had left her opponent nearly handcuffed.
No one, not a sole,
on-court or otherwise, had a clue as to where this ball went after it hit the
court.
Her partner was scanning
for the ball, laughing while looking behind her partner, along the fence, and
the hilarious part of this is that the recipient of this winning shot didn’t
have a clue either.
After searching for
over two minutes, she realized the ball was in her bloomers, which by the way nearly
matched her outfit which was this black, yellow and white Daisy pattern she
chose to wear that day.
I don’t know if
this was a mis-sized garment or what, but whoops-a-daisy, it was up there
somewhere and it was hysterical.
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