I watched the sky all day and thought rain was inevitable by the way my hair kept getting wilder and curlier by the hour. So I ate a bad lunch, munched on too many mm's from my giant Costco bag while sitting in traffic, and wouldn't you know it - it never rained! So out I trudged to play my match at 6:00, and my feet felt like cement! Footwork? What's that? Never heard of it. Overheads are meant to go over the net? Come on! I have to keep the ball inside the green box? Well, I hope the rest of you had a good time, (not that it wasn't fun to be outside playing tennis instead of doing dishes), but I'm going to finish off that bottle of wine and hit the pillow right after I tell you what else happened tonight.
First of all, our wonderful 1st doubles team of Gale Ritterhoff and Karen Piazza had a tough time in the first set, (1-6), but Gale tells me that Karen used the U.S. Marines method of partnership to get her back in the game. "You are Gale Ritterhoff. You don't lose tennis matches!" Gale said Karen's attitude not only helped them win the 2nd set, 6-2, but pushed them to a win the tie-break. So congrats ladies on your 3rd win together!
At second singles, Tanya and I struggled in the first set. Unable to pull my head out of my ass, I spent the first three games returning serves into the net, hitting everything out and wondering when Steve would leave so I could look him in the eye again....Thank goodness Tanya was awake and poached like a champ and served up bullets, but alas....we lost the first set 6-3. We switched sides in the 2nd set which seemed to help, but as hard as we fought, the Rye ladies made very few mistakes and just outplayed us. At one point I think we hit about 10 overheads in a row, all of which came right back at us. I got impatient several times and slammed the ball into the net. I had to END THE POINT!! Patience is supposed to come as you get older, right? Well, the second set went to Rye, the more mature, more patient team, 6-4. After the match I went right to my bottle....wahhhhh
Gee, it's 12:15 and I'm pretty sure my 12 year old is still up and watching tv. I should probably go tell her to go to bed, but what the hell.....I'm such a bad tennis mother....
Okay, we are at 3rd doubles now...Amy Baker and Kathleen Gilston. I was trying really hard to concentrate on my game and not get distracted, but I did peep a few times. It looked like a tough match. Lots of good shots by both teams. Our girls blew them away in the first set 6-2. Then some astral phenomenon happened and they lost the second set 6-4. WTF!! Ok, it's the tie break and now I've finished my game and am watching Kat and Amy. It looks close, then someone offers me a giant bag of mm's and a glass of wine- I turn around - and the match is over! What happened??? They lost the tie-break and now I have heart-burn.....
This night just keeps getting better and better.....
Richard! Why are you messing with Joanna's racket?? And where were you during our match?? Joanna needed you!!! And so did the team! What if there was an argument? What if someone screamed osbscenities during the match?? You are our good luck charm! Please don't leave us again? Ok? Pretty please?? Not that it was your fault or anything, but Joanna lost 6-0, 6-2. I hope you gave her a back rub, at least....
And last but not least, our first singles player, Lesley Kalenson (tall, white headband, very good tan, big smile), lost a tough one, 6-4, 6-3. But here's the thing; every time I looked over at her court during my match, I thought she was winning because she was smiling so much! I was shocked when she told me she had lost. When I'm losing I think I must look like a deranged hyena, but there's Lesley, looking like she just won the lottery! Now that is a skill!
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