Real Place of the Day...Bala Park Tennis Courts?

I cleaned the tennis court at Bala Park today because I felt guilty about it. Medical School and me play there often so the moms and dads and kids would undoubtedly think it was us getting our garbage on. Mostly bottles and cans and just clap your hands into the garbage can. Why we're so proud to put things into another thing that will mysteriously disappear one morning while you sleep, I never get that. But I cleaned all the same.

Ever use a public toilet that was dirty but you felt compelled to clean it because the guy waiting for it outside would think it was your mess? Me, neither.

Pushers and gutters

Thanks to Bill Mountford from the Unites States Tennis Association for this tip about pushers. That sounds nice and professional, doesn’t it? Wonder what Bill would have thought about me twisting my ankle today and playing like a little girl hitting shots into the net, over the fence, on the train tracks behind me. I tried to change up the pace against Medical School. A pusher, turns out, is a guy who sits on the baseline and hits long shots. Pushers hate to run, hate to change things up, hate sneak attacks; none of which I’m real proficient at so thanks for nothing Bill Mountford. Wonder how much he makes a year.

Oh, gutter’s not a tennis term, just a word to describe how your talents eventually suck.