I signed up for intramural tennis. I've been playing one intramural tennis match per week since I arrived here in Logan. (Good news! There is no regulation on any of Logan's tennis courts. I can even wear my running shoes on the recently resurfaced school courts, and not just my court shoes.) Anyway, here are my scores so far.
The Great Bertón vs. Lei Song, the Asian double-faulter:
6-0,6-0
The Great Bertón vs. Adam, the large, happy, married novice:
6-4,6-1
The Great Bertón vs. Matt, the over-analytical choker:
6-1,6-0
Today was my match with Matt. Matt was a really nice guy; a great rallier. He just had trouble translating his relaxed hits during rally-time into a game setting. (FYI, he might be my trainer at Westhost.com, if I get the job. I find out tomorrow.)
Funny Story
I wore a blue bandanna, like a sweat band on my forehead, during the match. I looked cool. Sorry I don't have a picture, just close your eyes an imagine me looking cool.It was the first day of Fall. A nice, crisp breeze was blowing. I decided to skip my ritualistic application of sunscreen before leaving my apartment. On my way out the door, my roommate, Matt, wished me luck.
Upon returning home, I opened the door and Matt looked at me and cocked his head, "were you at the temple?"
I thought he was a just joking around and walked into the bathroom. Then i saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed a very distinct line across my forehead. It was a sunburn between my hairline and where the bandanna used to be.
Unless someone can offer me a suggestion on how to cover it up, I guess, I'll just "look spiritual" for the next few days.
David Forsyth's mom was telling me how much he misses playing tennis with you! I'm glad you're getting some in-I know you love it! We'll have to borrow the pickleball stuff and play against Rick and Phil or Noelle and Heather while you're here!
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