THE LETTER OF THE STROKE VERSUS ITS SPIRIT
You have to get the ball back even if your opponent’s strokes look like dogshit and aesthetically bum you out. In this respect, an ugly stroke that produces a good ball is better than a beauty that fails.
DETAILS
I shushed someone, who then said it’s okay to talk during the match, to which I replied, oh, shit, I know, I mean shut up for my sake.
A local howled like a hellhound because of a nice slice backhand.
Rowdy group of twenty-somethingss developed a ‘ha-ooh!’ chant like from the movie 300, which is only watched and enjoyed by fascists. After an anonymous tip, no one knows from whom, the youths were taken away by authorities.
I can’t prove it, but the match on Court 3 swung in our favor when I suggested our player imagine the ball was an old bloke telling her to smile.
VARIATIONS ON MASCOT I DIDN’T EXPECT TO HEAR
hot juicy dogs
hogs
SONG BLASTING FROM THE BASEBALL PARK DURING WHICH I HAD THE WORST GAS
“Seven Nation Army” by the white stripes
DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE DAY
Been going to these matches for a few years now and can’t remember a match in which there wasn’t some incident and/or general sentiment involving the crowd that didn’t embarrass me and make me completely resent both the effect on the players and implication that I might agree with it and/or feel okay about being complacent because I’m a fan of the home team. Such is the extent that competition engenders maliciousness, lack of critical thought and care, lack of perspective, etc.
Lott-mudd 