Weeee... I am holding a beer at 7:45am Saturday morning. A shocking and rebellious act considering it is totally against my moral code.
What was the occasion? Baton Rouge held a belated St. Patrick's Day parade at 10am that morning. I was invited to a house party with 300 (mostly gay) mischief makers near the parade route.
When I arrived at the party, I was taken aback by the loud music pumping and people already drinking! Because of a bad past experience with an Ex, I scornfully view drinkers as un-athletic squishy good-for-nothings!
Which made my predicament humorous. I thought to myself, "OK. No tennis today. You must fit in. What the heck." So, I popped open a few bottles of Bud Lite, let my hair down, and had a pretty good time! :)
There were no points to be scored. It was all about socializing with others and getting phone numbers for future dates. (which I DID) I was thoroughly enjoying the human experience!
In fact, I had so much fun at Artie's party, that I continued on the merriment that night at George's bar in Baton Rouge. I even scandalously skipped tennis AGAIN, socialized and drank some more at Sunday Tea in New Orleans.
Is it possible for life to exist outside of a tennis court? What if life is not all about winning or losing? Do I continue to be the cold terminator machine bent on crushing opponents or do I accept a world that I have previously held with such great disdain?
Hmm... lots to ponder.