These people in our league continue to amaze me.

First of all, Kristin and I were late to tennis, because of traffic and a long drive. And it was REALLY COLD. I hate hate hate playing in the bitter cold, because once your body warms up, you’re stuck playing up at the net or something and you get cold again.

We get there, we play our match. Down 1-5 in the first set, came back to lose it 5-7. Won the second set in a tiebreaker. Now it’s 9:30 pm, really cold, and we get a choice: to play another tiebreaker, or a third set.

Kristin and I thought that the unanimous decision would be to play the tiebreaker, because it was freezing and shorter than a third set. Some of us work in the morning. And one of our opponents, a sixty year old woman, started bitching.

"I don’t want to play a tiebreak. I want to play a third set. That’s REAL tennis!"

We stated the obvious. It’s cold. It’s late. We have a choice. Their captain says that we all have to agree. Sixty year old woman does not want to agree, she wants to stand out there in the cold for another 45 minutes. Kristin’s parents were there, and had been sitting there watching. No one needed to suffer any longer than they already had.

She kept bitching: "Well I guess I’ll have to do what the YOUNG PEOPLE WANT!" And then she stomped off.

So we get into the tiebreaker, down 4-6. I was super irriatated at this point. They had TWO match points, and we beat them. Sixty year old woman storms across the court: "I HATE tiebreakers! That was ridiculous!"

"Well, it’s really cold, and late, and we have to drive home." Kristin says.

"I can’t believe you’re cold. I’m 60 and I’m not cold, and if I’m not cold, you shouldn’t be either!"

"The match is OVER," I say, really wanting to tell her that it isn’t our fault that we don’t have as much fat on our bodies as she does. But I don’t, because I respect my elders. To their faces anyway.

It’s like, you’re 60 and your maturity level is less than ours? It seems like every time that Kristin and I play a match, we make an enemy because they cheat since we’re young, or throw tantrums like that.

Don’t hate us because we’re awesome. It’s not our fault that we’ve played syncronized tennis for the last four years.

And really thats what it feels like. I love playing doubs with her, when we get out there I know where she is going to be on the court without actually seeing her, what she can and can’t get to, tell her to take it one point at a time. I never get worried that we’re going to lose. I know I can trust her and the way that she plays, the same way that I trust my own abilities. We’ve come a long way since our first Nationals. I wish we played something that was more competitive. But for now we have this, and it’s fun.

Tennis is fun again, and that’s great for me. I lost interest for a little while. But I love to play, be shorter than everyone else and jump twice as high and run faster than they can. Hit harder than they can. So fun.

In other news, life is chugging along as usual. I’ve been a bad poster, but thats cool with me. I caught up with Kit on Monday night. See Catch and Release, it was sooo cute. Got to talk to Jen, went out to dinner with Peter twice, and have avoided the office plague (bronchitis). I’m going to San Jose for work soon, and even though I’m excited, it’s going to be weird to have my own room in a city I’m not familiar with at all.

I’m babbling now with not much to say, so I’m out…