Month: June 2020 (Page 2 of 3)

Monday, June 15, 2020 (Court Day #349)

After I asked, Binh arranged some players to come to Brommer Park this morning.

I arrived at 9:15 and all courts were full and Binh, Chris and Josh (older Josh) were sitting on the brick wall. “We couldn’t hold a court,” subtly admonished Binh. He was right, of course, I should have been there sooner . . . but with having to be at work for 10:30 opening (COVID hours), there hasn’t been any incentive to get up early lately.

Dean later set up a temporary net for about an hour, then took it down.

Today was a day that I would like to flush. I played really well yesterday, but today was garbage.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2020 (No Play)

So, on Monday night, I ordered some Black Ice Cooling packs for my elbow. This recovery is taking forever. It’s been over 18 months since this tennis elbow injury struck. The Black Ice packs can be placed directly on skin without discomfort or damage. It’s coming with two packs, I may keep one at work and one at home.

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Thursday, June 18, 2020 (No Play)

I came home from work and found a small box on my dining room table. Yep, the Black Ice Cooling packs.

I cooled the packs, one in the freezer and one in the refrigerator. As the directions said, the freezer was too cold without letting the pack sit out first. So it let it sit out for about ten minutes to let the hard spots inside the pack melt. The Velcro strap seemed really long—long enough to maybe allow it to go around my waist. Regardless, it was long enough to easily wrap twice around my elbow. Maybe it’s designed to accommodate sumo wrestlers as well as a normal sized person like me. Dunno. It seemed to work fine. After an hour, I swapped the pack for the one in the fridge. I need to work on adjusting the tension so it’s balanced between slipping and not digging into my arm. Bending at my elbow to type at my computer was not entirely comfortable as the edge dug into my skin some.

I really want to play with my right arm. I’m getting anxious to return to right-handed play. I know that it may be another year or two—or even never. But I want to take what steps I can to make it happen.

And my USAPA membership renewal came today via email. Between COVID and not being able to play right-handed, I’m hesitant. It is only $20, so it’s not like it’s a ton of money, but if it makes no difference… I’ll give it a few days.

Number of days on a court: 349
Number of total hours: 982

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Sunday, June 14, 2020 (Court Day #348)

As I pulled up into the neighborhood outside Derby Park at about 9:10, there was lots of parking . . . too much parking. Something was up. I grabbed my pickleball backpack and walked in anyway. Chris and his girlfriend Barbara were there by themselves hitting a ball back and forth. Without going into details, Chris explained there had been a significant verbal alteration between him and a club player on Wednesday. (Chris has a bad habit of not calling the score and this lead to a confrontation.) Figuring few, if any, players were likely to show up, we agreed to head to Brommer. (Later in the day, I found out that Binh had played at Willowbrook.)

On my way out, I ran into a woman—a very weak player, whose name escapes me, she started about a year ago—standing next to a running convertible in the street. She asked if people were playing. After I explained, she and the woman in the convertible opted to stay and play some by themselves anyway.

Brommer

I drove right to Brommer. There was also plenty of parking, but enough cars that I was hopeful. It was shortly after 9:30.

There was a tennis game going on and one all-women pickleball game going on at the far side.

“We’ve been waiting for you!” It was Stuart. Stuart, Tim, and Dean had been chatting next to an open court. Of course, they hadn’t been expecting me, but I was a fourth.

Stuart and I went on to play three games against Dean and Tim. Dean being the strongest player and Tim being the weakest, it was the most even arrangement. They won the first game—a close one. Stuart and I won the second by a wide margin and they won the third in a closer game.

A memorable moment was when Dean hit a crosscourt dropshot to my backhand which I sliced toward Tim with a ton of backspin and he hit the ball into the net. “Nice spin!”, came the compliment from Dean.

A funny aspect was at the start of the second game when Stuart suggested that we stack. I readily agreed and he tried to give me directions how to do it. I laughed. “Stuart, I’ve stacked in a tournament! I know how to do it!” As the game went on, I ended up directing him where to stand and what to do. Dean, not to miss an opportunity to tease Stuart, gave him a hard time once when Stuart was particularly confused about where to line up!

Those were fun games.

Dave D.

Dave Debiasi arrived around 11. Tim left about then. Dean and I took on Dave and Stuart. I was excited. This would be a very fun game. This was a battle. And I was playing well.

Dave wasn’t too sure about how to approach my play. He didn’t know what to expect. He knew I was playing lefty. After some good shots though, he shared, “I’m definitely taking you seriously!”

During this game, I had a lefty backhand around-the-post shot past Dave. Dean was impressed and happy, “That’s the shot of the day right there!” A good moment!

It was a challenging and enjoyable game. Dean and I went on to win 13-11. We were never behind.

The two last games were Chris and me against Dave and Chris’s girlfriend Barb. It was the most even teams configuration, but they had no chance. Both games we played were lopsided.

Dave was effusive in his praise after the games…

“You are a monster.”
“Some of those shots you made…!”
“You are playing at a high 3.5/4.0 level.”

Now, I was probably playing at a solid 3.5 level, but no way a 4.0 level and even high 3.5 is questionable. But I did make some good shots and overall played well.

11:30 and things were breaking up. A group of 5-6 players showed up, but only one looked vaguely familiar. They appeared to be a family. A couple about 60-years-old and a few 20-somethings. Nice to have unknowns on the courts.

I talked to Binh later. He there were 4-5 players at Willowbrook where he’d gone to play. He had thought there’d be too many at Brommer. With two at Derby, about fifteen at Brommer (plus that family), and Binh’s group, that’s less than 30. Maybe there were a number out at Scotts Valley. Dunno. Seemed light county-wide.

Number of days on a court: 348
Number of total hours: 979

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Monday, June 8, 2020 (Court Day #347)

I arrived at Derby at 9:15. Eric and John P. were there. They were playing singles, but I was very confused watching them. “You are playing singles, right? Isn’t the goal to hit the ball away from your opponent?” Now, Eric mentioned on a pickleball group Zoom conference that he’d been playing singles with John lately and it’s his “new favorite thing”. I was impressed. I like singles too, but it’s very demanding physically and harder on your body. But what they were doing today didn’t make sense. Then Eric explained. They were playing “Skinny Singles” but diagonally. “Oh, we wouldn’t play full court! That’s too tiring!” Ah! That makes much more sense—both in what I had been observing, plus their managing the physical demands!

Mark G. and I played a game against Chris and Binh. It was my first game and I was making a lot of mistakes. I got a little better as the game went on, but it was not a stellar performance by any stretch, in fact, it was pretty bad.

In a later game, I was playing against Binh and Wayne. My partner and I were up 10-5. Our opponents crawled back 10-8. Now, my partner at the time is a very competitive intermediate player and takes games very seriously. (Too seriously, in my book—I look at rec play as enjoyable training and wins/losses generally aren’t a big deal to me.) He more or less told me to stop making mistakes since they were catching up. I’m a pretty easy going guy, but that annoyed me. Pretty much for two reasons. It assumes that I’m not trying. Secondly, I playing left-handed! Seriously. That I can hold my own in a game with intermediate players, that’s an accomplishment right there. Regardless, I kept my irritation to myself. We went on to win 11-8.

11:30 and I were done. Chris, Mark, Wayne and Binh were still playing, but Mark and Chris had said it would be their last game. There wasn’t any point of me sticking around.

Number of days on a court: 347
Number of total hours: 977

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