This fall is the sixth season I will have captained a tennis team, and for the first time in my team tennis captainship, I will be out of town and out of pocket for at least one of the matches.
Hold me.
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TrackbackRecreational tennis is heralded as one of those sports adults should play: it’s life-long fun; it’s good for the physical health; and it brings together strangers who, at best, may end up being friends for life, and, at the very least, may enrich each other’s lives.
We know better.
There is something wrong with my knee now. There was nothing wrong with my knee until last week when I played scrabble tennis. As I was scrambling madly around during a point in a doubles practice match, I inadvertently banged my racquet on the side of my knee, and I felt…something. I never would have played in said match except one of my “friends” said, “I am free for tennis on such-and-such morning within this particular time frame” and then looked at me expectantly. “Um, o-okay, I-I’ll set something up then!” Because that’s what I do. As a sucker friend.
All of the women I played with in that fateful practice match – this will be the match I look back at when I have to have knee surgery – are all “friends.” You know what they said when I was trying to walk out the wobbliness in my knee?
<sarcastically>“Uh-huh, sure looks serious.”</>
“She’s faking it.”
“Come on, Vutam.”
To their credit, they did offer to stop the match prematurely…as they were taking their respective places for the next point.
Comments rss TrackbackPre-post digression: The office suite I work in is getting new carpets. Right now. During the weekday. While we’re all working. After coming in and checking my email for any work that needed immediate attention, I attempt my normal trudge to the kitchen, which is near the office suite entrance (I don’t go through the office suite’s front doors to get to my room) down the hall from my room only to find that I am blocked by the men tearing apart the carpets. Never fear. My room is by the back door. I walk out of the back of my room, out of the office suite, past the building restrooms and the elevators, and through the office suite’s front doors. Oh, what do you know? The kitchen is being renovated as well.
I thought I would be enjoying soup to go along with my busy work – I can’t function at work without eating first – but with the microwave unplugged and probably heavy, my hopes are dashed. What can I eat now?! Thinking quickly, I go for my jar of peanut butter and my sandwich bread. Drat, I’ve been keeping the sandwich bread in the freezer. So, I pick up the also unplugged toaster, a plastic spoon, a plastic knife, and paper plates. The plumber working in the kitchen looks on befuddled. Absolutely befuddled.
Back in my room, I plug in the toaster and set it next to my phone and printer, and all is well with the world. Except for the scent of carpet paste (a co-worker describes it as the smell of dead whales). And the tens of boxes they moved off the carpet and into my room. And the AC guy also coming in today and setting up shop in my room. And the carpet guys now blocking the entire hallway. The items I need for work are in the other room…that I can’t get to.
Today is going to be a good day.
On to the actual blog post.
Team tennis is fun, isn’t it? So much fun. You don’t take weekend tennis seriously if you don’t play team tennis. The camaraderie. The eating out together. The inter-squabbles that aren’t actually voiced to the involved parties. So much fun.
Comments rss TrackbackI will play my first 4.0 USTA (click on that link if you want to go to one of the most convoluted websites ever…unless they’ve finally come to their senses and gotten a webmaster who knows how to unclutter that mess of an eyesore) match today. I’m nervous. Last year, I played 3.5 USTA. Hold up. Is that not one of the most obvious sentences I could have possibly written? Of course, I played 3.5 USTA last year. I just said today would be my first 4.0 match. I’m underestimating you, dear reader. That, or, I’m writing badly. Either way, I’ll stop doing either one. I’ll do better, I promise! Read the rest of this entry »
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