6 Days and Counting.

I haven't played a lick of tennis in 9 days...Who would've thought that could happen. Most assuredly, not my friends. No, I'm not sick, and no, I definitely didn't fall and crack my head...well, at least not this time. It really isn't my fault that I haven't played. For the lack of a better tennis term, it's been a "mixed combo".

I won't bore you with the details, but there were forces (career-related) that interfered with my lifestyle. Now, there are new forces (family-oriented) that interfere with my lifestyle. In a nut shell, my real life is not cooperating with my tennis life. Oh, well (sigh).....at least I've been able watch. Friday night, I watched my team get stopped cold (literally) in our effort to become the USTA Atlanta 6.0 Mixed Doubles City Champion. Although the temperature was hovering in the mid-30's and I had to endure driving with the car window half down - that's another story too detailed for this blog - to sit on the coldest concrete seat ever, wrapped up like a cheesehead (of Green Bay Packer fame), I went out to support my team. Okay, that wasn't the only reason; I just couldn't stay away....addict. Call me Pookie, but the courts just kept calling me. While I may not have been on the court, just being that close was close enough to bring me joy and reduce my anxiety.

I guess I had better wrap myself in the comfort of that memory because there are another 6 days left before I'll have the chance hit the court again to get my next fix. Oh, brother!!