All Coach Rick had to do was ask Lady D. One week later, six Cedardale USTA players arrive at his summer digs to play three matches against Rick's club members. We didn't even contract for our usual accoutrement: transportation, hair washers, fresh towels, bartenders, bar backs, and cabana boys. We just showed up nearly on time, liquid crack in hand, tossed our rackets into a pile to choose partners, and played the game we love to play. Cap'n and Lisa Raess walked onto Court 1, split sets, yet couldn't play a third deciding set owing to a time constraint by one of the players. Putting the band back together, Ann and Susan won on clay in straight sets on Court 3. Dorian and I won on Court 2 in straights sets, 6-4, 7-5, which is surprising given my over-the-fence forehand strike in game one (heckling me next door about closing in off the baseline was none other than Shawn, who ALSO ripped one over the fence mid-game!). Seriously, Rick, are those fences even regulation? Bet they wouldn't even pass for a backyard pool. Rudy could clear it in a single bounce, I'm certain. Bottom line is this: great matches and good times, even without a refreshing post-match fruit platter - nicely planned, y'all!!
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