Sunday, January 27, 2019 (Court Day #241)

I got to Derby Park to open up a little before 9 a.m. Wayne was already there. He’s a real early bird. It was a bit chilly—in the mid-50s—but it would warm up some and become perfect pickleball weather. I don’t know how it happened, but my blower battery had no charge. Annoying and embarrassing. Either I messed up or my wife kindly moved it to my “charged” spot. Or the battery spontaneously drained in two weeks. Who knows. Fortunately, there wasn’t too much debris on the courts.

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In my very first game of the day, I went to hit a ball—I played lefty all day—but I mistimed it and the ball hit right on my index finger middle knuckle. That hurt. And my finger started swelling up. I used an ice cube from my water bottle to ice my finger. That helped. I iced it between games. Still, later in the afternoon, my finger was somewhat red, tender, and a little swollen.

My lefty serving is getting better, but still bad. I miss 1 in 4 or 5 serves. But I’m decent overall. Most games were close. I intentionally stayed away from the upper echelon players. In one game that later ended 13-11, Wayne and I were playing against Buz and … I’ve forgotten her name. Anyway, I overheard her asking Buz, “Is he really right handed?” He assured her that I was not a lefty, even though I’d just hit a winner against her using my off hand. If she’d ever noticed me playing right-handed, she’d have no question!

I do need to be careful. In one game there was a high ball to the middle with me on the left. I couldn’t get it with my left hand and switched the paddle to my right to reach it and hit it. Big mistake. That was painful. No right hand playing! Tennis elbow is far from healed. Tom S. said that he had it and it never truly goes away—not what I wanted to hear. He still wears a forearm strap while playing.

I was in my car by 1 p.m. heading home to take down Christmas lights. We were out of town last weekend to visit my son Nicholas at UCLA—hence no play last weekend, though it got rained out anyway!—so I didn’t get a chance to take them down last week. Work has been busy. And people who play Thursday nights in Scotts Valley have been meeting at a club gym—there’s a fee and a 20 person cap. I’ve been giving those a miss and just resting my arm and ankle.

Secret Project

I’ve been working on something the last week or two. It may be a complete waste of time, but maybe not. We’ll see.

Number of days on a court: 241
Number of total hours: 664

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