“Its called moving week”
I regard the comment with caution and try not to laugh, but it makes sense, the business end of the championships is upon us, moves are made or stopped in their tracks. It feels pretty ruthless – maybe Clane Tennis Club has a steelier underbelly then I had given it credit for.
“I suppose you’ll tell me next we have our own Amen Corner”
“Well not quite – we have Limelight corner – see, its there between the turn at Court 1/2 or Court 3/4/5. Either you have played well and are turning left for the Limelight games or you will play your game in peace and quiet!”. – maybe the club isn’t too steely.
Playing tennis is sometimes described as a genteel sport, rough and tumble are not part of its vocabulary. Club tennis championships draw upon the whole gamut of their member’s abilities, ages & competitiveness. Over the last week we have witnessed older generations take on younger and win, where speed and agility face off against guile and patience. Players of differing abilities across the court, showing respect for their opponent, wanting to make a game of it for both. Matches where people are laughing out loud at the gymnastic attempts of their fellow players to get a return back over the net. Matches where a racket is thrown to the ground in frustration, where the will to win bursts uncontrollably on the court. It may not be rough and tumble in the traditional sense but the players are leaving nothing on the court and that to me is the same thing.
Like anything good in life there is a balance between a lot of different elements. That’s what can make someone curse loudly when they lose a point to another laughing uproariously when a shot is rocketed into the nights sky.We are a club with good balance and this championship week brings it out.
Finally - In a singles game last night – a shout from one of the players after 3 or 4 over-hit shots was heard - in the interests of propriety I will paraphrase - “A Surplus Richard”. The outburst led to wild imaginings by some of the onlookers and prompted prolonged fits of the laughter.
So the club definitely has a sense of humour and if you can figure out the euphemistic outburst and the effect of punctuation on its meaning– I guess you do too.