I don’t get sick. The last time I was sick was .. ? Couldn’t remember; and I almost forgot what it feels like.
It started Friday, the headache came visiting. At first, I didn’t know what it was, just feeling little uncomfortable, my head was mushrooming. Not myself. Then by 6 pm, I diagnosed that I was sick, like ill; had headache and been frequent the little bathroom more often than usual. Sorry I’m slow. At hot pot dinner, I joked my headache was because kids were home – they had a snow day. We watched Apolo Ohno jumping and sliding to avoid two disasters then only being robbed away a silver medal by the Canadian referee. How convenient. 狗急跳墙 gouji tiaoqiang – a cornered beast will do something desperate?? US beat the Canadian in ice hockey, their own game at their own backyard. How grand. The little bros are in shock. ha ha ha… It’s bemusing that USA is doing so well in the Winter Games.
So is China.
So is Korea .. but why their males speed skaters all look like girls? Jap included. The pretty K men are all dirty and assertive.
What’s the matter with the Olympic? Shouldn’t they use a referee from other nation than the skaters’? With cheat (isn’t that K’s specialty?), Canada has the most gold medals.
Anyway, I took two aspirin and went to sleep in disgust, emailed my LI cap that I was sick.
Bathroom need woke me up.
I was scheduled for my LI team match at 6pm. Cap said she couldn’t find anyone.
Haven’t I always swim off my sickness? How about tennis it off? Actually I was thinking of going to swim. But duty call.
I got to the court 2 minutes late. We were facing the team that has a perfect season so far – 8:0. I played them in my first outing and was routed 1 and 2. What was I thinking and doing there?
The girl either nervous or has senior moment or overly courteous (I think nervous was it) because she introduced herself to me twice. I take that as comfort. Michael served first. Great. Very wide. She had to reach hard to return. Only managed it to my backhand. Sweet, a huge piece of char siu – fillet. Just what I was waiting for and somewhat good at.
I was too ecstatic .. 乐极忘兴
.. and hit it out. Ouuuuuch.
The gentleman was a lefty. My partner warned me that he’ll serve to the center .. .. then did I realized he’s left. What IS the matter with me? I warmed up against him, for Pete’s sake.
Old and blind.
We took the first set at 4. It was the best set I’ve played on the USTA league: no clear advantage and every point was being fought vigorous.
During the second set, the lady’s first served was way wide that I didn’t even bother to call. Michael didn’t called out either, just hit it back to her. She paused then continually played as if it’s good.
“Oh, it’s out.” I said.
“No call .. so it’s first serve.” The guy at the net said.
I understood there are rules. They were not at fault for following and enforcing it. But come one, the serve was arm length out. We said nothing. She put her next serve in that avoided any further argument. I was bit mad – more at myself.
Please remember to call out scores, and call out out, loud and clear, regardless it’s out by a mile or event landed in New Jersey.
I was able to serve the set hence match out at 1 after few deuces. Michael put away their returns of my serves often, gave me a lots of relief. Great team work. Hope my partner isn’t reading this: I missed many hand signals he gave when I was serving, or was expecting he put away immediately – too lazy to run. Over all, it was us who made less errors.
The pair who had routed my previous partner and I the last time split up last night: he played first doubles and she second, which was next to us. She moved well and had many great shots. Oh, she had a really pretty long sleeve metallic green top on.
Oh sugar .. Canada beat USA for the ice hockey gold … Sidney Crosby (Mario Lemieux‘s replacement?) scored a goal by in sudden death over time who’s team – Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup last season. Darn.