Cedardale vs. Northeastern

The warm torrential rain created some pretty sticky indoor conditions at chez Cedardale this week, which may have contributed to a host of early-season, blogworthy antics. You see, I have discovered that indoor humidity makes everyone, well, just a little bit edgy.  Bad hair and excessive perspiration aside, it seems that the ordinary stuff, the more mundane behaviors, tend to make people lose all sense of reason.  Here's what I learned today during our friendly, suburban competition: 1) drinking too much water can irritate people; 2) it does not matter if you are legally allowed 90 seconds to do whatever floats your boat between sets *refer again to 1; 3) if you choose to consume more water owing to the humidity or for personal health reasons, do not expect tolerance for a between game bathroom break even if you can be back in 90 seconds; 4) if your glasses fog up during match play, too damn bad; 5) if you lose the match, shaking hands is optional; 6) you can make an outrageous line call that baffles four onlooking players and a coach and still feel your call was "spot on"; and 7) you think you can smart off to DeLuca and get away with it. Now, that'll do!

At the end of the day, we added three of the eight possible points to our team standing. Dorian and I pulled in a 4-6, 6-3, 2-1 victory from the top four courts, while Margaret and Suzanne secured a 6-2, 3-6, 3-0 win. Chris and Vicki kept their cool amidst tough conditions and played an impressive match with a 6-3, 4-6, 1-0 winning drive. Well done, everyone!!

Non sequitur alert:  I have discovered that our unassuming Margaret is well-known in these parts, so don't let her humility fool you.  Not only is she a world-class backboard like Fran, but I've heard several people refer to her in amazement and appreciation as a miracle worker who truly possesses healing hands.  So, whatever ails ye, we've got it covered. Know that Dorian's essential oils, Margaret's healing specialty, Kristine's pharmaceuticals, and my rhetorical savvy and comic relief remain ever at your service.  And if you need to kick someone's a$$ when the humidity overtakes reason and accountability, I know who I'd call (hint: rhymes with PeLuca).