This morning I arrived at our away tennis match at about 10:00. It took some doing to find the right place--huge neighborhood, twelve tennis courts, scorching sun. As I walked into the pavilion, I noticed that our opponents in line 5 were drinking Bud Light from cans.
Reader, this was a curiosity. You just don't see this in the Thursday morning ladies' league. Maybe the Sunday "Business Women" league, as they're called, maybe they're drinking beer at their matches, but they also wear pants, ride sitting astride, and work outside the home. I wouldn't put anything past them. Probably the evening men and the mixed doubles are imbibing too. But Thursday ladies? Popping open a cold one before their match? Notable!
(Also I just have a thing about beer in cans. I think sometime in the past my father implanted the notion in my brain that it is unladylike to be seen drinking beer from a can. My issue.)
When my partner T got there, I was like, don't look but look over there. And she was like, oh how funny! And I was all, I've got a good feeling about this, maybe they're not taking this seriously and we can beat them!
Ah, no we couldn't. They carried their beer cans (and a spare for each of them) to the court when we began to play. And they beat us 6-1, 6-4.
We did a bit better in the second set, I kid you not, because they were getting drunk. T sidles up to me and goes, "Play fast, they are getting tired." And they were, but not tired enough.
Maybe we should have had a couple drinks too.
After match point, they hugged us (beery and cheery) and we walked off the court to see that our coach had come to watch. Oh embarrassment! And she told me that my ground strokes looked good but that I was frequently out of position. And then I loaded my plate with what I thought was some kind of spanakopita or Greek side dish but which turned out to be a dip. It was incredibly rich. I was like, "Is this egg?" And my partner said, "I think it's ricotta." So I ate half a pound of fat and drank a diet Gatorade. Good grief.
Then I drank one of their beers.
For every minute of this, it was so hot. So so hot. I looked cute but that was little consolation.
Okay, it was some consolation.