All Whitey Then...
I just spoke to my agent and it's official, I'm registered to play a tournament at a very posh private club. Normally, a club like this is off limits to everyday scum like me, but once in a while they open their doors to competitive tennis players, injecting much needed tennis talent and some new genes into the mix. Who are we kidding, poor athletic young men and rich bored lonely wives are a dangerous combination...so I've heard.
The invitation to play at their private club is not without restrictions though. "All competitors MUST wear all white clothing to participate. No exceptions!" says the entry form. So, I tried on my all white ensemble last night, complete with a white sweater to drape over my sholders, even planning to wear it to my local ghetto club that evening, just to test it out. In retrospect, the sudden lightning storm that prevented me from actually playing like that may have saved my life. What was I thinking going out in public looking like I was?!? Close call.
So, with tennis rained out, I went home and glanced through my mail. The cell phone statement came with no surprises, except for that one long distance call I made from court 6, discussed in a previous post. Despite the fact I live off my cell phone, being a travelling persona, I keep my charges relatively low. My agent and I save a lot with our current plan. Low cell phone charges are but one of the many benefits to being your own agent.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to this tournament but it's not for a few more weeks, and I have another one before that to play. Still, I'm a little concerned about my shoes. Although mostly white, I have this coloured streak running down the middle...and you never know how an all white club will react to something that.
The invitation to play at their private club is not without restrictions though. "All competitors MUST wear all white clothing to participate. No exceptions!" says the entry form. So, I tried on my all white ensemble last night, complete with a white sweater to drape over my sholders, even planning to wear it to my local ghetto club that evening, just to test it out. In retrospect, the sudden lightning storm that prevented me from actually playing like that may have saved my life. What was I thinking going out in public looking like I was?!? Close call.
So, with tennis rained out, I went home and glanced through my mail. The cell phone statement came with no surprises, except for that one long distance call I made from court 6, discussed in a previous post. Despite the fact I live off my cell phone, being a travelling persona, I keep my charges relatively low. My agent and I save a lot with our current plan. Low cell phone charges are but one of the many benefits to being your own agent.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to this tournament but it's not for a few more weeks, and I have another one before that to play. Still, I'm a little concerned about my shoes. Although mostly white, I have this coloured streak running down the middle...and you never know how an all white club will react to something that.
posted by Desiderius1979 at 8:33 AM
6 Comments:
Yeah, I saw you coming in your all whites. That was a close call!
Yeah, so I been thinking about the clay a little while watching the French. #1 tip I've come up with so far: Attack the serve, especially the second serve. Bone crush the return and get to net. Smash+crash, chip+charge, or whatver you wanna call it.
Just make 'em pay for a weak serve.
Another thing I was thinking of was entering into the 'A' Draw too. Sounds like a pretty classy joint and it may be good to take advantage of the opportunity.
Ok, A it is...let's do it!
I'll have my agent alter the arrangements.
Next time I hit singles, I wanna do the 3 serve rule and 10 point games. We did that once and it was great because it was constructive towards tennis and fitness and it was fun too.
You in?
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