Otto wanted to play Pétanque last night. This is the game where you chuck a small ball as base and then chuck bigger balls at it to see who lands the closest to the base. When Brent and I walk through the fields, we pick up rocks as we see them and toss them to the fence post to keep them off the field and easy pickup later on. Chucking limestone at a fence post has similar rules to Pétanque. You want to be the one who gets close to the fence post.
I’m not sure how he maintained such discipline. He’s mad with the tennis ball.
Maybe he’s playing Fantasy Pétanque and keeping close eye on the score.