Cedardale vs. Andover

October 10, 2008: three team points earned, zero wraps served. Your blogger apologizes for heading to NYC for two (I suspect related) reasons: One, clearly my pacifist karma travels with me, and Two, Jeannie (thanks for subbing for me???) crushed a first serve into the back of my partner's head in my absence! Admittedly, there is not one among us who hasn't enjoyed watching Jeannie's driven net play, especially when an opponent unwittingly floats a short ball anywhere near her. As Cap'n Shawn will tell you, "Jeannie makes them eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!" Their match win, coupled with a boatload of organic Lavender, Inspiration, and Thieves spritzah (essential oils from Provence, duh!), helped salve Dorian's injury. Danielle, fresh off oral surgery, took a ball to the eye in the first 15 minutes of play. Triage informs me that her contact lens stayed in place, which leaves me wondering, at this point, about the condition of her cornea; hopefully, she has a few leftover painkillers. Arlene drove a not-so-happy ball into Julie's umm, well, "backside," though after the thrashing the partners apparently came to a consensus on the etymologies of the words "bounce" as opposed to, say, "out." Yet, all was not awash in team injury. Liz earned herself some tennis ink, and Susan and Ann held their own having moved to a higher position. AND, Dorian ripped her first match ace of the season. Coach Vernon, who clearly heeded the message that WE call the shots about how to dress, showed up in team colors proving, again, that he is one smart man. Ultimately, though, it was Cap'n Shawn wearing a red bra and an eye patch; it was our cuisine du jour, our ability to stand firmly together against the wrap, that made us downright tennis mavericky...