It was another long day on the courts, Mr. B. lectured on the serve, and he says the key is going from slow to fast, like whipping a towel in the shower…for best results its best to have a high, consistent ball toss. Mr. B’s demos made it all look so easy; he tossed the ball up and swatted it like a fly swatter. He had a slow delivery and cracked the ball at the end to a snappy result; the ball had some heat behind it. He hit 10 serves in a row down the middle and didn’t miss, it was impressive. You can tell this guy was a player in his time, he told me that he was a state champion at one time, I believe it.
Mark S. is already back on the court, we kept ice on his ankle last night for hours. This morning it was still swollen but seemed fine. We put an ace bandage on it and he was good to go, he wasn’t sliding around much but was able to teach.
Mark, Tom, Bert, Eric R. and I went to Hagerstown . Hagerstown is the big hotspot around here; it’s a town of about 60-thousand. On the way down we got to talk to Bert, he is a teaching pro from Arnhem , Holland ; he is visiting various camps with the hopes of developing a curriculum for his camp. He is very skilled on clay with classic strokes. He looks as if he could play on the tour. He and Riley would have a good match I think. Riley was number one in 18’s in Scotland and as I said before played in Jr. Wimbledon.
We met some cute girls, and then we went to a bar and some drinks with them, They liked the idea that we were bronzed tennis pros. They were into Riley and his accent and of course he ate it up with that cheshire grin. Tom Sheridan is smooth and had all the lines; he’s a bit older and has all that (girl) experience from the U of G. He just graduated and was in a frat there and bristling with confidence. We exchanged numbers and I took a liking to the cute one named Brenda…she’s a blond hair, blue-eyed beauty.
Today is my afternoon off so Pat Rowntree and I are going to walk to town and do our laundry. I have to say that she has the best brown eyes and I find myself flirting with her a lot. It is cloudy today and a mist is falling, its dark and kind of cool.
We did the laundry and went shopping at a few antique stores downtown, We talked to lady he told us that her shop was built in the 1740’s. She showed us the old timbers and ancient, square pegged nails in the walls. We got an ice cream cone, gathered up the laundry from the dryers, it was fun folding laundry because Pat had to show me how…when we got back to campus we noticed that classes had been called for the afternoon and many of the adult campers were enjoying cocktails in their rooms.
I heard a great song on the radio by a group called Starbuck.
“The eastern moon looks right for a wet kiss…
Moonlight feels right…”
Tom says that he saw this group in Atlanta this past year. What a cool, catchy song.
Mark S. is already back on the court, we kept ice on his ankle last night for hours. This morning it was still swollen but seemed fine. We put an ace bandage on it and he was good to go, he wasn’t sliding around much but was able to teach.
Mark, Tom, Bert, Eric R. and I went to Hagerstown . Hagerstown is the big hotspot around here; it’s a town of about 60-thousand. On the way down we got to talk to Bert, he is a teaching pro from Arnhem , Holland ; he is visiting various camps with the hopes of developing a curriculum for his camp. He is very skilled on clay with classic strokes. He looks as if he could play on the tour. He and Riley would have a good match I think. Riley was number one in 18’s in Scotland and as I said before played in Jr. Wimbledon.
We met some cute girls, and then we went to a bar and some drinks with them, They liked the idea that we were bronzed tennis pros. They were into Riley and his accent and of course he ate it up with that cheshire grin. Tom Sheridan is smooth and had all the lines; he’s a bit older and has all that (girl) experience from the U of G. He just graduated and was in a frat there and bristling with confidence. We exchanged numbers and I took a liking to the cute one named Brenda…she’s a blond hair, blue-eyed beauty.
Today is my afternoon off so Pat Rowntree and I are going to walk to town and do our laundry. I have to say that she has the best brown eyes and I find myself flirting with her a lot. It is cloudy today and a mist is falling, its dark and kind of cool.
We did the laundry and went shopping at a few antique stores downtown, We talked to lady he told us that her shop was built in the 1740’s. She showed us the old timbers and ancient, square pegged nails in the walls. We got an ice cream cone, gathered up the laundry from the dryers, it was fun folding laundry because Pat had to show me how…when we got back to campus we noticed that classes had been called for the afternoon and many of the adult campers were enjoying cocktails in their rooms.
I heard a great song on the radio by a group called Starbuck.
“The eastern moon looks right for a wet kiss…
Moonlight feels right…”
Tom says that he saw this group in Atlanta this past year. What a cool, catchy song.
1 comment:
Hi Jake
Great job and thanks so much for bringing back the great memories..
Hey who is that guy walking with the clip board on the left side of FXB..He looks familiar ..I also liked the story of you meeting Roger a couple of years ago..Tell that Candy ass I said hi.. I would love to see everyone again,,especially you Roger and Dunja..Do you have any pics of 1978,,or 79..Boy we had some great times...Thanks again.
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