T.A.'s take on things as he moves into the round of 16 at the Men's 45 Clay Court Championship
The tennis gods are complaining about the pain in their cheeks. They’ve been smiling down on me now for the past several weeks, and, trust me, I’ve been really grateful. I’ve managed to hit the lines, come up with the big shot, just in the nick of time to get another win. My draws have been favorable, two weeks in a row drawing a player who has trouble with cramping, and a strong seed pulling out this week.
Yes, the 10-win streak has been largely due to providence and the MaJiC Princess on the sidelines. Unfortunately MJ had to return home and gods have sore cheeks. Now it’s just up to me to triumph over a player with the type of game I hate to play…and he plays it really well. Do ya hear the bell tolling for my little streak?
On the bright side, the weather has been great! The tournament personnel, Frank Hughes, Patty Crawford, Karen Hunnicutt, Harriet Petropolos, Miread Devonshire have been terrific. I’ve run into guys that I played in high school and picked up quite a few points toward the ranking goal of top-five in Florida.
On the less than sunny façade of things, every time I’ve ordered something from the onsite cantina, they’ve had to defrost something, or some other thing that would take at least 45 minutes to prepare. I was compelled to change my order the second time this happened to Blue Cheese & Bacon Burger with Fries. Uh, not a good idea. It was about the size of a McDonald’s kids’ meal, and the burger…well let’s just say that I won’t be ordering there again even if I make it to the finals! What are ya laughin’ at? It could happen! Game, set, match…
