Month: July 2019 (Page 4 of 4)

Thursday, July 4, 2019 (Court Day #279)
Independence Day

39th day out playing lefty. Tennis elbow.

Last night, I emailed 20-some-odd people letting them know that my son Nicholas and I would be at Brommer at 9 a.m. this morning—I included a disclaimer that this wouldn’t be an official SCPC function, as a site coordinator, I didn’t want any confusion. An email came out of Scotts Valley that Kristen Long would be opening up Skypark at 9 also, but Santa Cruz folks are my primary people.

I got to Brommer Park a few minutes after 9. All four permanent courts had people on them already. One was a man and a woman playing by themselves whom I didn’t know.

Daniel brought his net and later John P. brought his personal net as well. Since this wasn’t an official club function, the club nets and balls remained securely locked in the club bins. It’s by the book.

Mike D. asked how my arm was doing. I told him that I’d played a bit of righty on Thursday night and it felt great to serve right-handed again, but I was paying the price the next day. Some months left to go yet.

“You’re doing pretty well with that left hand,” Mike said after a game. I told him as I’ve told others, “It’s inconsistent. There are some great shots and other shots that are just completely frustrating.” I had managed to dig out some shots that Mike was hitting down at me while we were all at the kitchen, it felt nice to win that rally.

Later in the morning, six people showed up that I didn’t know. Later I learned that they were all visiting from Fresno.

Grita suggested that she and I play a game with a couple idly sitting on the wall. We asked and they said yes. The man’s name was Casey and his wife Renee. Grita and I beat them 11-0. They weren’t horrible, but we were consistently better. They were intimated a bit. We played a second game and won 11-6. Our opponents were aided by me hitting four “out balls” that would have otherwise been winners. Oops. Still an achilles heel for me. I never did tell them that I’m naturally right-handed.

Yep. Bruised ring finger!

I got smacked a few times in the hand. It happens sometimes.

About 12:30 and we were done for the day. We left the pleasant Fresno people to the courts.

Number of days on a court: 279
Number of total hours: 769.5

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Monday, July 1, 2019 (Court Day #278)

38th day out playing lefty. Tennis elbow.

I had asked my son Nicholas last night if he’d like to play pickleball this morning. He said he would. He must have truly enjoyed Thursday night. Back at it for more!

I got a bulk email this morning from the Santa Cruz Pickleball Club inviting us to purchase a new annual membership for $20. I didn’t hesitate! I paid my dues within a few minutes. (Later in the morning, when I asked, Karen Long told me I was probably #10 of those officially registered as members.)

Nicholas and I got to Brommer Park by 9:15.

About an hour into play, I tweaked my back. It was difficult to lean over. Had I been by myself, I would have called it a day, but I didn’t want to mess up Nicholas’ third outing playing pickleball.

I introduced Nicholas to a handful of people in the club. It was funny, I had three different people at different times tell me that they thought I was too young to have an adult child! (Nicholas is my witness to this!) Heck, I was 29 when he was born, it wasn’t like I was a teenage dad or something!

Nicholas and I got in a game with John P. and Tom B. During the game, I hit two left-handed forehand drives low and hard over the net for immediate winners. On the one crosscourt to my right was out of reach of John. Beth Black called through the fence, “That was solid!” “Left-handed too!”, I replied. “I know!” then she went on about how it’d be an advantage to be able to play with both hands.

We left at 12:15. In the car ride home, Nicholas told me, “There are a few things I need to fix.” I told him, “I’ve been playing for two and a half years and I’m still fixing things!”

I really did a number on my back. Not as bad as a couple of times in the past—I can take off my socks without intense pain—but still it’s still painful and uncomfortable. Hopefully, it won’t last long. Ouch. I hope I can play on July 4!

Number of days on a court: 278
Number of total hours: 766

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