October 17, 2008. We took on one of the toughest teams in the league and came up short. OK, really short. We did, however, give them a good run on many of the courts. Dorian and I played one of the closest team matches, losing by only one game in the tie break. Dorian delivered three beautiful overheads in a row (shoulder turned, left hand toward the sky...just perfect). But, I'll let Dorian's own words speak the rest:Actually, my partner (pahtnah) Kathy decided she was playing too well in the first set so she tattooed herself in the second. She hit herself in the eye bone (that's medical terminology), bled and bruised IMMEDIATELY, and then took the deuce point!. She is no delicate flower, that one. Shawn, you still have that eye patch??? Pass it on to blondie.
I think we were paid a compliment because one opponent said to us, "that was a really good game....our matches usually only last about 40 minutes." Can anyone say Humility 101? During post-match debriefing we heard them ask their coach what they could do so that that wouldn't happen again. (I'll refrain from any McCain debate references here in the spirit of straight up, non-partisan tennis blogging). Lisa and Leslie, taking on the hairdressers, served one tight match (playing an hour and fifteen minute first set - winning it 7-6!!!) and gave everyone some really great tennis to watch. Even better, they made their "we really don't want to sweat....we have to go to work after the match" opponents SWEAT. As usual, there were antics-a-plenty on Court One. In addition to making her opponent duck in order to avoid a tattoo induced hematoma, Shawn decided that she could control the ball via command. Yes, she screamed at the ball to "SIT!!!" but like most dogs, and children for that matter, the ball chose its own path. Shawn maintains that it was a golf reference. All in all, Arlene and Julie are right - good fun and sportsmanship were had, KATE GRONDIN showed up to cheer us on before heading into work, no wraps were served, and the eye that I popped open in the second set off my own bloody racket while running down a lob in the back court is still purple but a whole lot less swollen this morning. Life IS good.
I think we were paid a compliment because one opponent said to us, "that was a really good game....our matches usually only last about 40 minutes." Can anyone say Humility 101? During post-match debriefing we heard them ask their coach what they could do so that that wouldn't happen again. (I'll refrain from any McCain debate references here in the spirit of straight up, non-partisan tennis blogging). Lisa and Leslie, taking on the hairdressers, served one tight match (playing an hour and fifteen minute first set - winning it 7-6!!!) and gave everyone some really great tennis to watch. Even better, they made their "we really don't want to sweat....we have to go to work after the match" opponents SWEAT. As usual, there were antics-a-plenty on Court One. In addition to making her opponent duck in order to avoid a tattoo induced hematoma, Shawn decided that she could control the ball via command. Yes, she screamed at the ball to "SIT!!!" but like most dogs, and children for that matter, the ball chose its own path. Shawn maintains that it was a golf reference. All in all, Arlene and Julie are right - good fun and sportsmanship were had, KATE GRONDIN showed up to cheer us on before heading into work, no wraps were served, and the eye that I popped open in the second set off my own bloody racket while running down a lob in the back court is still purple but a whole lot less swollen this morning. Life IS good.
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I thought the Willows team was going to fall over when we were sitting upstairs enjoying lunch, watching the matches still ongoing. one of them said, "Oh no, one of your team mates just hit herself in the head with her racket" and my response was, "NOT AGAIN!". I think they were filled with fear at that point!
I really enjoyed the warm-up, though my opponent tried very hard to win it. What IS that? She refused to hit back to me and then proceeded to ask for twice the normal amount of overheads. I guarantee you, her husband is one tired man.
Yeah don't you love those women that can't even feed a decent ball.. I swear they do that on purpose. Especially with over heads. Hey maybe we should try that. As far as winning the warmup. My ex partna told me....don't show them all your stuff in warm up.. Then when the match starts WHAM....Ace em baby.
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