Something about tennis

There is something unique about tennis: if you play it right, it’s fluid and gracious (vs grunting and bad forms), gentlemanly, physically demanding and can be glamours at times – they did come up with Anna K (okaaay, Kournikova never won anything but who cares, come on, she’s quite and beautiful), the top players travel in their own jets.  But at the grass root level, I found people that associate with tennis are tend to be … I’m bit at loss for word. Incompetent is one.  Disorganized is another.  It becomes a fact that when you deal with tennis clubs/people, you’re not getting any services, you have to be on top of things.

A conversation with the woman A at my town’s club, whom I see from time to time, spoke countless times.  Over the years, when she said she’ll call for something, either a piece of info or rescheduling my lesson, it would never happen.  The last hiccups was when I showed up for a make up lesson, there wasn’t a space.  Why do we have her around is a myth to me: there are young girls manning the front desk, answering the phone calls.  Can those young beauty queens do what A is doing?  I think so.  But they’re not.  She has trouble to coordinate with the pros or that’s the way tennis pros function: irresponsible and clueless, other than teaching forehand and drop shots.
I called A to enroll Pumpkin. For some reason, she began to pound on me.  I thought for years of dealing, she’d remotely recognize my accented voice or even my name?  Our club isn’t big.   I’m perfectly fine with that she doesn’t know/remember me. But have problem dealing with her, like today she announced rather stoically:

“The summer camp is for intermediate to advanced players only, age 12-17 years…” pause.
“Can you child handle it?”
Well, let me see, the last session Pumpkin took there was lower advance with 3 huge boys.

I answered, “yes, she can.”

That didn’t seem to be enough. A won’t stop, went on to say
“If your child never played, it’s not going to work.”

I assured her that my child’s been playing.

“Has she played at this club?”

“Yes, indeed.”  She started there.  It’s a reputation as a farm.  Once the kid gets better, they move on.

“We don’t take beginners.”  Come on, A, you stated that already.

Would it sound over the top If I call her a dumb-axx?

Another conversation at Port Washington club. I called to ask about the try oout. The girl said “yes you need to be tested for the summer camp.”  I know they do that on Tue/Thur at 6pm, hence I called.

“Do I need to make an appointment or just show up?”

“No appt necessary.  But our head pro isn’t available today.  He’ll be on the court.”
“Meaning?”

“There won’t be a test today.  Can you come next Tuesday?”

“No.  I have time today.  Could some other pro do it?”  After few seconds, she put on her manager on.

She introduced herself and said, “come at six.”

“Are you sure?  Some pro is testing?”

“Oh, no, the head pro will be doing it.”  I must have hearing problem.
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Last March when I was in Scottsdale, I found a club where I could play tennis by taking lesson.  So I booked one and left my phone, asking the pro to call me, making sure I could make it the following morning.  Then Woodie changed the time for the class, I called their office to cancel, also left message on their website.  The pro never got the call.  Can they get their act together, from time to time?
Once my boss said to me when I was the administrator managing the 120+ people department, including the union, gotten frustrated,
“What do you expect those glass washers/secretaries whom only make 20k?”  He has a point.
In large I agree, but don’t we all have to be responsible for what’s assigned to us, at work or in life, regardless the CEOs or the dishwashers?
Responsibility doesn’t require a college degree.

 

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Glimpses from a weekend

 

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Although I never rode a motorcycle and prohibit my kids riding one (and smoking is another ban), but I was wowed by the image of Gere’s 1982 An Officer and a Gentleman when he rode one. Was it Honda or something else? But anyway, this is my favored motorcycle.

Rain interrupted our play .. but we continuously played: Tony is cleaning the court which’s covered by yellow pollen and a pair is dancing the cha cha..

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赶场

I’m so popped by now: 7:30am tennis didn’t happen – for whatever the reason – so I went to my weekend morning group.  Sunny said, “oh, you’re late.”  He’s right.  Ming and I teamed up against Albert and Sing.  We lost both sets.  Rushed home, playing with Slowpoke for little over an hour.  Showered, ate my brunch, then off to my in-laws’, watched Sharapova beating Patty Schnyder, the girl with funny forehand.  Why the heck she raised her hand … didn’t return the serve during the tensed final set?  Then Simon called, they only have Tony and Sean, needing a warm body.  So I basically told my mother-in-law that I need to go to work.  It’s her birthday.  Hey I once had my g/fs finished a party at my house for me.  Anyway, when I sped over to SAndy’s, Irene L. and Wah came too in casual outfits, right behind me.  “Just passing by.”  They changed and Wah and I against Simon and Irene L.  Her idea.  I wondered out loud, if we won, would Wah have dinner?  As game progressing, I worried if Wah’s able to sleep tonight, lol, she can take jokes.  We had a thin win 6:4.  Played a losing set with Brian against Irene/Wah.  We were the uderdog, but did pretty good at 4:6.  … Yesterday after tennis, shuttled Slowpoke at pool party and Kinglazy at his buddy’s.  Trek to Chinatown for dinner at the former Silver Palace on Bowery Street, called Golden Bridge, right in front of the Manhattan bridge.  A guy sit at our table perhpas bored out of his wit, starting giving me stock tip.  Friday evening was tennis too.  Slowpoke took lesson with Barry and I picked up a guy to play with while waiting.  He looked at me, paused and then said, ‘ok’.  Turned out, we had great 45 minutes hitting till I was out of breath.  Then he called out to his partner … it’s Harrison. 

Don’t parents all wait around and picking up the balls?  When I went back to Slowpoke before her lesson was over, there’s dad sat by himself and busy talking.  For a second, I thought he’s commentating on Barry’s teaching skills since his court’s the closest to him.  No.  Actually he’s yelling to his little boy who’s Slowpoke’s size, was playing a grown man 2 courts away in a every even game.  I saw the little guy taking lesson upon arrival.  Apparently the lesson was over and it’s the practice time.  The dad couldn’t help but dishing out, “eeeuuuurrrhhhh … hit cross court …”  Pulling his hair and shirt.  The boy retorted, “oh, I hate tennis …”  “Backhand ..” “Stop talking to me..”  The well-built dad got up, “that’s it, let’s go home.”  The pair continuously played without missing a beat trading long beautiful rallies.  The dad walked a small circle, then sat down again.  The boy missed a shot, he bounced up and pounding his chest like King Kong, screamed “cross court … hit hard!”  “Shut up !!! … I hate tennis!  Oohhh I hate hate tennis !!!! …”  All the while Slowpoke was practicing serve serenely … we all cracked up.  How would I behave when (if) Slowpoke gets to that level?

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Different strokes

Different strokes have different requirements with different coaches.

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US Open in May?

 

Friday night we got a treat: a former pro who played 1989 US Open came to challenge Tony who’s a 5.0 player and rarely does he find a opponent within our circle. 
The story went like this: Tony showed up for work – a.k.a. to play – was playing first with the blue shorts and the bluey called his buddy the red shorts.  Tony teamed up with Jimmy whom I’ve never met before.  When I finished my game – lost singles to Mark (I was up 4:1, but couldn’t close the set, lost 6:4), but dished out a bagel to Mark and a Korean hard hitter like Alex in doubles with Eric – we followed others to court #4 where the game was in high octane, atmosphere was intense and temper flied couple of times.  It’s like watching the qualifying rounds at the Open.  Great stuff.  Tony and Jimmy took the first set at 7:5, and they stopped at 2:2 due to night fall.  I have the feeling that we’ll be seeing those often this summer.

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Top spin

Slowpoke tried with Barry today and liked it.  He worked on her forehand top spin only.  She asked me few times about it, but I didn’t want to give her any advice since my forehand isn’t good.  It turns out, my backhand isn’t either.  Barry took few minutes to hit with me, and pointed out I don’t use my legs … never get up completely, which is wrong.  Ha.  ….. hmmmmm … I thought about Woodie: kiss, keep it simple sweetie.  I know tennis more than trading, hence I feel comfortable trying different ways and seeking techniques from various players and coaches.  Would I be better off stick with just one school of thought?  Maybe.  It seems to be working for me in trading.  Has my tennis improved over the years?  Yes.  A thin line.  Well, life itself has many options.

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Sunny dumped me for Sunny

I got up at crack of dawn and raced to play with my weekend morning group.  Sunny and I got there at the same time, 6:48am.  Harrison and Robert, the pair early birds are perennial, were there sweating it out.  They both have beautiful single hand backhand, it’s a joy to see them play.  Charlie walked by before we started.  So he joined us.  15 minutes later, Ming came, so I thought we have a doubles game.  Then here came the spider: a cool looking Indian clad in black with a red cap who also named Sunny.  I was just dreaming would I be teaming up with the MIB … then heard the order from my Sunny: “Irene, you go to next court ..”  Yes lord.  There’s a guy who’s alone, doing some serves.  I’m sure I’ll be happy playing with him. … In fact, we did pair up against Albert and lefty Sing.  The Sunshines played a fantastic game, so did we, even we lost 6:4, oh the stranger’s name also Charlie, or whatever.  Sunny would remind me from time to time, “keep you eye on the ball!!”  Yes Lord.

Sunny and I had small chat as we walked in.  I asked him if it’s true that players generally peak after 3-5 years, and remain at that level, and going down hill as you age.  For I still thinking the elusive 4.0 … He said, it’s all depends on how fit you’re.  And went on to say, I’m at 4.0 level, “just need to keep your eye on the ball.”  How could I be a 4.0, when I never beat him at 2 points handicap who plays on a 3.5 league?  Men’s is different from the girls.  Oh ya?  Okaaay.  Whatever you say, Sunshine.  I know I wont win a set, now I know I can’t even win an argument.  Just keep my eyes on the ball.

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It Takes a Village

 

To raise a kid. .. Is that so?  Slowpoke was mad at me last night coz I was late picking her up.  My fault.  So, when she got to SAndy’s house this morning, it’s clearly I-dont-want-to-be here attitude.  Simon played with her, Lou played and entertained her, so did others … I was forgiven.  Phew.  It’s very sticky and hot out there.  She complained but toughed it out.  What made smile was she said little and looked mad, but heard others talking about Barry, so on the way home, she asked about who Barry is and said she’d like to try him.  You got it.

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Season Finale

Sizable parents and grandparents showed up for the last game on home turf.  But I thought it’s rather thin, given the size of the team.  Slowpoke greeted me affectionately, made the coach ‘moan’ as she came to ask for sun screen: “I don’t want to look like 60 when I’m only 30.”   She had 3 opportunities to score but failed, uuurrrrrhrrrhhhh.  During one of the breaks, she said that I should wear the white carpi

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Simon meets Sunny

 

Last night was the 3.5 league at USTA.  Simon wanted to play it too, but was told can not lah – because he has played in the 4.0 league.  So he dragged me to go tennis watching.  Didn’t know many Weekend Morning guys were in this group too. 
Before men’s 3.5 it was the ladies 4.0.  After their match, one group stayed, like a girls-night-out, wines, picnics … the party was even extended to the parking lot (very odd, under the Center court).  5 matches, 4 wins. 
Simon C the captain played singles, so did Sunny.  I *think* I need to restate my 3.5 to 3.0, since Sunny is playing in the 3.5 league!  Simon had great win last night, teaming up with the Mongolian (don’t know his name) who has plenty fire power.  They mixed it up well, and won 6:2 and 6:3 against the two 4.5 guys – I knew many players would go as low as they possibly could.  Personal preference… 
Sunny’s opponent was the type of player either a cheater or just too nerves that he called everything out; Simon C the captain’s opponent had bad temper, screaming and abusing his racket …  all too familiar with USTA sanctioned leagues.  Simon said if I don’t want to play girls league, I could do mix … not sure I really wanted it, although the pressure does do wonder to my game.  Good thing about participate at USTA vs home league is the playing time: evenings vs late mornings. 
Tony walked from Flushing to meet us there, lord.  Well, he’s an actuary, knows the % of risk, lol. 
He said, “I don’t know why no one takes Simon seriously at first.  They all think what’s this 2.0 player is doing here with us?” 
I take him seriously from the get go, but just my brain doesn’t hold his teaching long enough to produce an improvement – left ear in, right ear out without much of a pause, :))…. Age does that to me.  Anyway, it’s a great night… taking time watching others play do help, unfortunately I don’t have much time to spare, 🙁 …  Sunny said I should bring Slowpoke to play with them, “we are all there … all the time …”  that’s sweet.   Almost forgot, Simon G played Sunny once before, so they’re not strangers.

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