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A surprise call

Out of blue, Wah called for a doubles game. I met him when I started playing with the weekend morning group 10 some years ago. He was one of the better players, 4 or 4.5, and was not as frequent as say Sunny or Kai who were very diligent and professional, a.k.a. there every weekend, both Saturdays and Sundays. Whenever he showed up for work, he’ll immediately snapped up by other guys, … he seldom played with me. I didn’t think we speak at all, except once he was egged on by others, played a set with me: handicapped 2 pts with 1 serve. He won’t cede 3 pts as Sunny suggested – my going rate was 2 points with a 4.0, like with Sunny and Kai .. ; and 4.5, what 4.5? I got bagelled. .. After few years, he just disappeared.

Although I have been playing with this weekend morning group –all from Hong Kong – for more than 10 years, winters included, but I never socialize with them, nothing much in common, our topic was tunnel-versioned on tennis, if we have a little time to talk. They are a very tight knit group, collect membership dues, elect a president every year, have dinners, play ma jiang, BBQs all the time… you have to be invited to join the group. Frank C and wife Terry were initiated few years ago. There were few playing couples, Frank L and Irene, Cheng Zai and wife Teresa ..

One summer few years ago, while Walter and I waited for the courts to dry, he started gossiping. Frank L had an affair with a waitress, for revenge, Irene started one with a good looking guy who used to play with us. Reportedly, she bought him a Benz. .. After that, Frank L and Irene didn’t come often, and as time gone by, they divorced. He still lives in town with their children, started that restaurant, couple of years later bought out the other managing partner. She went to Hong Kong often, left her family business .. I enjoy playing doubles with Irene, she’s pretty, has nice forms with lethal forehand – we pair well. We were neighbors but not close. This past summer I began seeing them – Irene and Wah – playing together. Two weeks ago I into them at the tennis party, we chatted, she moved to NJ .. but never made plan to play. Finding my phone # is easy since this is a small world. But what’s amused me was Wah made the call, not Irene. I wouldn’t recognize him at all except his husky voice. First I thought they needed fourth player. No, you’ll have to bring your own partner. Ok, so Simon G was it. Wah was nice and fair, called couple of his close shots out. I think the benefit of playing with better players is they in general have better line calls too, and they have no qualm of calling themselves out. I love to win fair and square. But sometimes when the call is too close, I usually let it go, but then felt being cheated. Couple of weeks ago when I made a close call – out, it bothered me a little. That same day with different opponents, when I served to the T, was being called out .. I was mad – I knew my serve very well, and with lesser players, this T serve was always called out, 9 out of 10. That day they reluctantly offered me 2 serves, but I was not pleased. I eventually lost that point, and they felt vindicated. Tough love.

Last night game could have been great, except my lower back was in pain. They won 6:3 and 6:2 easily. We switched partners for the third set and Wah and I lost 7:3 in tie break. Wah is playing tentatively, for he wants to please his pretty girl friend, they make a good looking couple :)) .. Simon rushed off the court for another game at the USTA, lol.. I’m not the only nuts.

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Golf enthusiasts in a hole as China brands sport ‘green opium’

During difficult moments in talks on North Korea’s nuclear programme, China’s chief negotiator, Wu Dawei, sometimes slipped away to thrash out problems over a round of golf with his South Korean counterpart.
Such out-of-work encounters should come as no surprise. More than anywhere, golf is the Asian political and business networking sport of choice, and a staple of top-level dealmaking.
But Mr Wu’s games, disclosed to the Financial times by participants in the talks, have gone unpublicised in China, for good reason. Golf has a severe image problem in China, and no senior official would dare be caught playing the game in public.
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A senior official, Hao Heping, who had been in charge of government purchases of medical equipment, was recently convicted of taking bribes of about US$64,000 solely in the from of golf course memberships.

The deadpan report on his case by Xinhua, the official news agency, dryly noted that unlike other corrupt party members, Hao had not kept a mistress. “His only hobby was golf, and he traveled around the country to play with public funds or money taken in bribes, “ Xinhua reported.
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Whistler

Whistler Blackcomb on 2006-02-24

Whistler is a Canadian resort town in the southern Pacific Ranges of the Coast Mountains in the province of British Columbia, Canada, approximately 125 kilometres (78 mi) north of Vancouver. ..
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by Wikipedia

We went to ski there in 2006 with Uncle Jim and his family plus few friends. The drive from Seattle wasn’t bad. We had lunch at http://www.ireneeng.com/?tag=alaska in Richmond, not the old Chinatown. I guess this little detail escaped me because when we stayed Vancouver prior to our Alaska trip in 2008, one night we decided to have Chinese. We went to the old Chinatown, which was a ghost town. sigh. Oh well .. my mind is going, fast.
Ok, the Chinese dinner went badly in Vancouver but we found a neat night life on Granville Street, right out side of our hotel. You got to check it out
my little baby falling down .. Feb 25, 2006It turned out, Whistler was the last ski trip for them – since then they have gave up ski. Guess the mountains are too small in the east and too icy. King would consider it, but when he heard Pumpkin’s reply which’s usually a firm NO, he begged off too.

I’m a green trailer, don’t want to work too hard. It makes sense especially in the northeast when the lines up the little mountain are long. I figured taking the green trail coming down would give me more time to ski than the black diamond trail that zip down in a second.
My little baby falling down .. so cute and adorable.

The ski condition was really ideal: huge mountains, thick snow and wide open trails. When we got to the top, it really felt like on top of the world, pristine and alone.

They liked the sport, once ..

The little down town was neat and nice. We had lunch in town on the day the winter Olympic at Turin was ending. With the closing ceremony on the wide screens, the promoters for the 2010 were at work – it will be held right there.

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Managing a winter league

In the past, I’ve managed indoor winter league few times: couples and ladies. I priced in the cost of balls for each week, demanded their e-mail addresses, lectured them on the good manner of on time, and made it very clear that each player is responsible for his or her own sub in the event of an absence. You would think it would be a cake walk … What I found the most difficult was finding a replacement at the last second. There’s someone forgot to come, sudden airport pickups, little Sue or Johnny’s friends’ birthday parties … emergency room visits, emotional distress from a divorce (ok, this was rare, but did happen once ) … What made me stop organizing was one of my most reliable sub got pregnant. Believe me, toward the end of the season, my roster of subs was always very much wore out, and fanatic phone calls for help was not pleasant – think in the neighborhood of begging.

Andy is the organizer for his Friday night league, few years in a row. He’s disappointed when he heard I paid for another year’s membership of badminton. Cos he asked me to join for this season. I actually thought about join him full season, but then I reasoned with him that it’s better to keep me as a sub, reliable; and I also don’t have to tie down for every single Friday night for 26 weeks – I do have a nightlife away from tennis. Yesterday, after calling me early in the morning to cancel my service, only to call again in the afternoon to say I was needed. I sort of butchered my plan and went with George: had more than two glass of wine. Unfortunately Andy miscalculated, 9th player showed up and had to leave. I would have volunteered to leave should I drove there myself. Anyway, the game turned out to be pretty exciting. I teamed up with Alex and won two close sets – we were down 4 love at once and came back to win in tie break – and on serve in the third when time ran out. Drinking and driving is not advisable, but how about drinking and playing?

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Forward thinking ..

Sunny called at crack of dawn. I was till in bed, sleepy. But it’s from Sunny, so I got myself onto the court in a record time. He was hitting with someone. Did I get to play with him? Yes, all but 3 minutes. That’s Sunny. Regardless if I got there on time or late, if he found someone to play, he’ll play with that someone, or 3 for a doubles. Did I ever exist? Good question. I ended up hitting with Renee (?), one of the perennial Filipinos, a great player. Sunny took his time with his coffee, then hit with me against Renee for 3 minutes, till Charles came. My forehand is still not up to his standard. “You took step forward with your backhand, see the difference ..” He’s said this many times before, but somehow it registered today. Seriously, I have no idea what I am doing on the court. Later when I played doubles with Willy and 2 other perennials, they seemed to know what’s wrong with my game than I did. We lost both sets, but it’s a great game. I sweated like a pig, and yuke, yes grunt like a pig too. I was totally disgust. Still thinking about the forehand, how could you step forward when hitting a forehand, for a righty?

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FDR vs West Highway

Where was I? Oh, I’m milking the MS Bike Tour,  … pls do allow me to do so, after all, I raised $500 and rode 30 miles. My right leg hurts so much that I can’t bend, walking with a limp, that, does look my age, lol. My right leg began to feel tight since yesterday, played bit too much tennis. Well, actually when Simon and I got to Sandy’s house, she was doing the blow job, right on the court … hey, what are you thinking? smile. Seriously, I don’t understand the gardener’s schedule – why don’t they come more often during the fall, when the leaves drop like there is no tomorrow?? During the summer time, like June or July, there isn’t much to do but they come regularly. I asked mine and his reply was that’s the way it is .. .. whatever. Anyway, so we helped her out. While I used the blower trying to get to the corner, I twisted my leg a little. By the time I left her house after 4 intermittent sets, the court was lightly layered with fresh leaves again, :). This morning, it was cold and I only had biking shorts on; perhaps the coldness also aggravated the leg.

The city closed down both the FDR and West Highway. The weather was beautiful and crispy; the sceneries from both rivers are simply gorgeous. I have to admit that the Hudson and the West Highway trumps the East River and FDR by a large margin. Few turns on the WH provide you the panorama view of the Hudson that is just breathe taking. … but, real estate on the East side is more expensive than the West, hmmmm. The old money vs new.

There were unicycles, bicycles, tricycles and quadcycles with babies. I’m dreaming maybe next year I’ll be charming enough to entice Slowpoke and King do the tri or quad … I’m in the back, sipping a martini 🙂 Ok .. That’s what the kids are for!!

Oh, sugar, I somehow lost my camera’s battery at beginning of the trip. How did that happen? Sure the kids are happy now that I have no camera to bother them with. Time for a new toy.

I rode up every single hills. We all took a rest at the top of the isle at about 10 o’clock, at the Inwood Hill Park near Columbia’s Baker Field. (Yale vs Harvard is legendary … how about Columbia?) For the first time ever, I ate a bag of potato chips before 2pm. Can’t understand nor believe the ‘food’ the tour provide on the stops consist of chips, would crackers be more politically correct? Eeehhhh, the green bananas: they’re inedible! After that, we set off again.
Right before we turned onto 218th Street, the road was very rough. My bike is mountain bike, so I wondered how did those road bikes fare. The part of West Highway from 218 to GW Bridge is just magnificent, high cliff on the left (Fort Tryon Park) and misty and reflecting river on the right, very tranquil. I rode pretty much alone, for my badminton buddies left me in their dust. But I did some thinking: how to fool my kids to join me next year. When and where is my next race, oh ya, I sketched out the bestseller, wink, wink.

The last 5 miles was the hardest. Coz my right leg hurt like hell. I should set my fund raising goal to $1000, so maybe the Tour would allow me ride in a stretch limo? Just a thought, never hurt to think big. My indoor tennis season starts tomorrow, I actually have a game tomorrow at 7pm, and Friday too. Good luck, need a rest, now.

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MS bike ride

I biked around the Isle of Manhattan, 30 miles! It’s 2006 MS Bike Tour. Really cool. Everyone got to do it.

I sincerly thank all my sponsors who made this race possible, for me.

The party started as soon as I got on LIE at 6am, lol … there were few cars loaded with bikes, and we waved to one another. Never drove in the city this early, kind of eerie. I got rear ended on Park Av as I was waiting for the traffic light at 54th. The drive looked really cute, bit like Laker Kobe Bryant … that’s why I decided to get out .. JK. He held couple of pieces of something and told me,
“My fault, I’m not going to argue …”
Was he thinking that I should pay for his damage, or even take me to the court?? So Kobe is not soo cute after all :), …
Anyway, the parking was easy at crack of dawn. More later, got to eat.

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Love Thy Neighbors, 2006

Something happened yesterday afternoon: Martin (A black prosecutor fm Florida, who teaches tennis while waiting to pass his NY bar exam) was giving tennis lesson to my kids in the North Middle school. There are five courts, all individually separated, all with 2 hops on each side of the court. It was very deserted on the campus, except 4 ladies in one court and anther taken by a coach with a boy. Half way through the lesson, I saw couple of young men walked toward us with basketball. They didn’t pass by us; instead they walked into our court. One of them started talking to Martin while he was feeding balls to my kids.

Young man 1: “When are you finishing up?”

Martin, shrugged, “30 more minutes.”

YM 1: “I am sorry but can you move to another court, hoops in this court are better than the others.”

I was glad that Martin replied, “why can’t you wait for 30 minutes till we finish here?”

YM 2: “But there are 10 of us, we have to wait for 30 minutes?”

Martin “Tough love.”

More young men have arrived and they all piled into our court. Some stood, some sat, some discussing loudly why can’t they have the court and why don’t we just pack up and move. Some even started shooting the hoop.

YM 3: “Why don’t you just move, so we can play. …. It’ll be dark by the time you finished. … We play here every day ….” It was 5pm.

Martin clearly the heaviest and tallest one, but couple of YMs were bumping chest with him with sound bit of f words. A fight were about to begin. I walked toward them, “get off the court now, we are not moving. You wait for your turn.”

The YMs left Martin and turned to me.
YM 1 said, “I can help you to move the stuff to another court.”
YM 3, “if you don’t let us play here, you are not going to play here either.” And he walked toward the net and trying to lie down. I asked the YM 1 where are they from?
“We all from here, this is our school.”

YM 2 who’s very short, came over, shouted at me repeatedly, “you don’t understand.” Pointing to Martin, “maybe you can explain to her …”

“Which part of it you think that I don’ understand?” I asked, trying to contain my anger and disbelieve. I didn’t want to lose my temper in front of my kids.

“Your English is fine, but you just don’t understand. ….”

“Guys, off the court. Is this the way you’d like your mother be treated?” Martin asked.
Actually few of them got bit quieter. But YM 2 and 3 won’t relent. YM 2 shouting, “my mother would have moved, she is reasonable …” There were 9 of them, some are seniors and others are off to college. All in shape, white (or Persian) and mostly are tall. I felt very threatened. So I called police, without a notion as what the police would do.

YM1, “you don’t have to call police. I was nice to you. We’ll move.” So by the time police got here with one female officer, in 4 cars – FOUR CARS – the group has moved to the next court. The officers, had to raise their voice, told them to go home. As they were reluctantly departing, YM 1 who was the last to leave, holding the basketball, said to me, “would you please ask the officer to allow us, the few nice ones to play here? Some of us are leaving next week for college…” I started to walk toward the officers who were also leaving, but then I changed my mind.

I stood on the grass, as did the officers, watching them got into their shimmering convertibles, roadsters and SUVs, and sped off.
I asked the officer who stood next to me, “has this type of thing happened before?”
“No.” he replied sternly.
“Was it appropriate by calling the police?” I was really helpless and felt violated.
“We are here to protect you if you felt threatened.”

Martin said quietly that should those kids are black some of them would have been in jail. Hmmmm. I didn’t know what to say. Part of my anger is from the fact that those thogs put my kids through the ugly bullying. But on the same token, I was glad that I was there to see how they handled it, providing some support. They can’t and won’t live in the glass jar, sooner or later they’ll have to face the world on their own.

We finished our lesson and I was surprised to see the police cars were still around – the courts are on a small mount. The female office didn’t leave till I started the engine. In the car, Martin said (I’ve heard this one few times before) that when he teaches in my town, the kids often ask ‘why’ 10 times till they get what they want. Those are my neighbors.

This is the second time I experienced blatant condescending treatment by my fellow humans. The first time? Munich, 1991, in a restaurant similar to The Palm, the blonde waitress flatly refused to serve us.

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Katyusha

…. Most of the estimated 12,000-rocket inventory with which Hizbollah started the fighting are relatively crude Katyushas, with a 25-40km range.

… Reports FT.

Gosh, can’t believe the Katyushas are once again falling from the sky, big time. More than half a century ago, my Dad captained the army basketball team Katyushas in Beijing where he met my Mom who played forward. Many former K members are still keep in contact with one another, most of them are in Beijing and Shanghai! I spoke with few of them, for they know more about my parents than I do. So cool.

张鹰老战友

此照片是从黄维国自上海寄来的原版照片翻拍的.是咱们在《喀秋莎》球队时唯一的一张集团合影. 虽质量欠佳, 但留做纪念还是很有意义的. 这也是咱们军旅生涯中一个闪光点,很值得缅怀啊!

祝健康长寿!

老战友 张良弼 2006.1.11


曾记否 照片中《喀秋莎》球队十位球员的名字? 他们是 着

…. Most of the estimated 12,000-rocket inventory with which Hizbollah started the fighting are relatively crude Katyushas, with a 25-40km range.

… Reports FT.

Gosh, can’t believe the Katyushas are once again falling from the sky, big time. More than half a century ago, my Dad captained the army basketball team Katyushas in Beijing where he met my Mom who played forward. Many former K members are still keep in contact with one another, most of them are in Beijing and Shanghai! I spoke with few of them, for they know more about my parents than I do. So cool.

张鹰老战友

此照片是从黄维国自上海寄来的原版照片翻拍的.是咱们在《喀秋莎》球队时唯一的一张集团合影. 虽质量欠佳, 但留做纪念还是很有意义的. 这也是咱们军旅生涯中一个闪光点,很值得缅怀啊!

祝健康长寿!

老战友 张良弼 2006.1.11


曾记否 照片中《喀秋莎》球队十位球员的名字? 他们是(着队服者)

前排左起  王景辉  张良弼  郑镜澄  阁下

后排左起  黄维国  法宏德  王义  马维庆  孟广茂  张绪林

照片的拍摄时间 地点 及比赛的对手我记不清了. 你能回忆起来吗?

笑纳 收后请赐一信 张良弼 2006.1.11




摄于一九五四年冬

黄维国  法宏德  王义  马维庆  孟广茂  张绪林

王景辉  张良弼  郑镜澄  张鹰



摄于一九五三年秋

与一0六通讯团赛后合

《喀秋莎》唯一全体队员

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Maxim

Jennifer ScholleFew issues ago, Maxin featured James Blake’s girl friend, Jennifer Scholle.
Called me unsavvy or out dated, whatever you desire, but I couldn’t understand why on earth would she want to do that?
And he let her?
Look at her fake boobs.. .. they’re fake, aren’t they?
Would Tim Henman allow his g/f to post in such way?
Ya, right, you can tell me that she has every right to do thing she pleases …
Equal right.

Roger Federer looked snappy and sharp (pick him to win).
Agassi’s match was rather, well, dull.
Oh well.
Miss Pete.
He retired four years ago.
4 years?!

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