
As serious tennis players we know the difference between pain and injury (and we still win through both!). Just ask Jill - this oozing blister is pain. When her crown fell out during the match - that was injury. 
Cedardale vs. Cedardale. Wednesday evening and our final match of the flight. With Courtney and Ryan cheering us on we swept all five courts. Bonnie brought us energy fueling fruit with dip, and Dorian supplied us with the ever refreshing peppermint spritzah. Since I was that last person on court (and being stalked by a to-remain-nameless male club member), my teammates deemed it fitting to flash me during my 10 point tie break from the window. Now, that's, albeit hooligan-esque, team solidarity! How could I not pull off the win!?!
Cedardale vs. Manchester. Wednesday evening. Like WE control the weather and Cedardale's court assignments?!?! The club (NOT THE TEAM) scheduled all three courts outside for the doubles matches instead of the usual one. The sky opened up at 6:02; so, let it be known that ONE we cannot call the match early per USTA regs and TWO the Manchester ladies were already en route. Suffice it to say they made it plain and clear they were none-too-happy with any and all circumstances. With the courts still awash as the thunderstorm passed, Lisa and Kristine were allowed onto a clay court since it had dried out rather quickly. Seeing this, the Manchester ladies slated for Doubles 2 insisted that a court be squeezed, mopped, and readied for play. Despite the danger Bonnie and Salina, The Sunshine Girls, agreed (try pulling that on our Cap'n or anyone else and tell me how it goes!), playing well past dark. Seeing this, Cap'n moved to reschedule Doubles 3 immediately. Playing in the sauna, er, the indoor courts, Molly handed Manchester's Mimi her first ever loss of the flight. Karma? Oh, I think so...
Practice, Tuesday morning. Clearly, airlines and doctors aren't the only businesses that overbook. There we were crammed onto Court Two. Coach Courtney, Julie, Cap'n, Dorian, Kristine, Kate, Leslie, and me flanked by 52 tennis hopefuls all under the age of six on Courts One and Three. Julie proved to be a role model to the youngsters by skipping work to attend practice, but it is Kristine who took the yeah, you wear the pant(s)kirt award by driving two down the line past Courtney on his birthday! Kathy and Dorian, still aglow at the idea of their future partnership, arrived at the club in nearly matching uniforms sans morning phonecall. Omigod! Let's just hope Tuesday's vibes, slices, lobs, and ally shots show up large for Wednesday's match against the Willows women...