This past weekend: we started to play at 5:40 and Simon cracked his first Bud at 6:32. That’s morning if you’re wondering. And yes Simon had his first beer before sunrise.
I set alarm clock at 5am but woke up at 4:14. Too early, I went back to sleep; then 4:30; then 4:45 .. what’s the heck, got up and got ready .. Simon and I won 6:4 and 7:5 for the first two sets – I think I got all my first serve in. Apparently my wrist isn’t hurt as much as the ankle, because we were served a bagel: 6:0 the next set when my ankle felt very tender and couldn’t really run.
Larry was there too, watching. He just found a new hanging out place or senior center – the newly renovated USTA. After the game, we chatted with him briefly and inviting him for breakfast. Dear Larry declined. He’d rather hanging out at the USTA. Larry and I are having a date this Thursday, not sure who the other two players are. He said he plays there e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y.
Think Irene is tennis crazy? Not even close.
