Anyway: I had a great photo of Pistol Pete which was going to the the Poster Picture, because Peter was on fire - chasing down any ball within 20 feet of him and firing back rockets at his sorry opponents. Had a good one of Stevie Wonder with his new UPG hat. Maybe next time. Lynne came up with a great one-liner when she blew a guaranteed, point-gaining- kill-shot by drilling the ball harmlessly into the net instead of the unguarded court a few feet away. She said, with much vehemence, "I'd rather get snakebit than miss a shot like that."
Lynne insisted on calling the surgical scars on my knees "racing stripes". She forced the camera from me and took a picture of the stripes for posting with the rest of the pictures that are not posted. Somehow that photo was mysteriously deleted. Scuffed-up, 70 something year-old-knees are best left covered. Too bad the picture was deleted, though.
Jim played the entire session without stopping for a rest. Hope he had enough Ben Gay and 'Vitamin I' to carry him through the night.
In addition the Shenanigans described above, there was plenty of serious pickleball. Cold and raw or not, the matches heated up to the point where some players, so adorned, stripped off their sweatpants. Luckily, most remembered to put on shorts before donning the sweats.
Spike
