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2005
2005, the beginning of Burke Lake evening tennis, and of course, K-Rod domination!
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MATCH RECAPS
Burke Lake Threesome, March 29
It wasn't the kind of threesome that one would have desired. The cool evening, light
breeze, and secluded hideaway made for a perfect romantic getaway. However, there was too
much tennis to play to think of such things.
Danimal, George and K-Rod once again took to the Burke Lake courts. Where oh where was
Roberto? Recovering from last week's defeat? Stuck in traffic? Let's just say he was
having a little romantic getaway of his own from a lady named Helga. I hope she worked him
over good.
Back to tennis. Warm-ups began with a surprising quality of play. Even Danimal was able to
consistently keep the ball in the court. George's play has improved almost to WT Woodson
levels, but we'll keep his fitness level to a different discussion. And K-Rod was his
typical extraordinary self.
The 1-on-2 then began. 4 games, single serves 2. Danny started by more than adequately
holding his own with some very improbable out wide serves that took K-Rod by surprise.
Danimal also managed to break the mighty Perry serve. However, K-Rod was not to be broken
this fortnight.
K-Rod then took his turn. Mighty serving led to two holds, weak returning resulted in two
holds. K-Rod 2, Danimal/Perry 2.
Lastly, Perry took his turn and opened up dropping serve. K-Rod held. Then Perry up'd the
tempo and managed to squeak a hold. Perry faced a possible 1-3 record unless he was able
to break the daunting Danimal serve, with K-Rod's net backup. Needless to say, Perry did
not, ending a woeful 1-3.
Perry vs. Lucas Round 1, Sept 9
The first weekly clash between the former dominant WT Woodson #2/3 player (behind
Francis, sometimes Scott Kelly) George Perry and the failed to qualify WT Woodson wanna-be
tennis player Kenny Lucas took place last night.
The night was calm, the evening cool, with only the sounds of the fluttering of leaves
across the court. Reminiscent chatter took place as lots of balls were hit back and forth
with very few rallies during warmups. George "Andre" Perry took some huge swings
but failed to produce Andre-like shots. Kenny "K-Rod" Lucas hit the usual gusto
of an average player who records about 4 hours on court each month.
The competitive tennis started quickly and the first set ended quickly. A fast 6-0 bagel
was delivered to Perry. Perry vowed to never let that happen again, and it didn't. At this
point, K-Rod was tired, and Perry was just warming up.
The second set was tied at 2-2 around 10:10PM. K-Rod was ready for bedtime. Some
uninspriring play found the competitors at 6-6. Knees were hurting, yawns were coming, and
an overall sense of "I wish I was in bed", resulted in a Perry tie-break victory
at 7-5.
The coming weeks will hopefullly produce better tennis. During the match, chants of
"Where's Scott Kelly, Where's Danimal Clarke!" were echoing in the stadium. The
crowds of moths, grasshoppers and mosquitoes gave the atmosphere a Davis Cup feel.
Aces to you.
Be Careful With Your Tennis Racquet, March 24
So yesterday I was playing tennis in my now customary 5-6:30PM Thursday time slot with
three other friends. My evening tennis skills weren't aren't sharp as they have been
recently, then things took a turn for the worse. I crushed a forehand from the baseline at
the 2 guys at net, and one of them managed to get a racquet on the ball and have it float
over the net and short. I charged the ball thinking how sweet my little flick of a
forehand crosscourt winner would be, when the ball suddenly bounced back toward the net. I
quickly stretched out and flicked my tennis racket straight up at the ball and straight
into my face.
*CRUNCH* was all I remember as I stood up. The next thing I know my face is pouring blood.
I had a full hand and face of blood by the time I got to the bathroom. It was a huge cut
over my left eye right along my eyebrow.
A little ice, the bleeding slows and I'm thinking I'm done for the night. Then the guys
come into the bathroom and say, "Hey Ken, you're still serving Love-30". Being
the patriot, I promptly took the court again and lost my serve at love.
After tennis I swing by CVS for a butterfly bandage while ignoring the stares from
everyone. I get home, Michelle gives me some sympathy and I clean/dress the wound.
Today at work I have to explain to people why I look like Frankenstein. Around noon, a
co-worker named Soo says, "Ewwwww, you're oozing!". "Gross!" soon
followed. So I get peer-pressured into a visit to Fairfax ER.
I get to the ER, a little embarassed because I didn't feel like I belonged there. I talk
to the nurse, she takes my blood pressure and temperature (in the ear, thank you). She
then asks me, "When was your last tetanus?" Uh-Oh. She says if I don't remember
than I'm getting another one. I didn't remember.
So I get put in a room and here comes the nurse with the 2" tetanus. Surprisingly, it
didn't hurt as she jabs me in my left arm. I then get some numbing gel for my eye and I
lay there for a little while listening to some dude with an ear infection, a construction
worker who dropped something very heavy on his hand, and some spanish lady complaining
about her neck, knee and back. I come to learn than "dolor" is spanish for pain.
A doctor with a name I cannot pronounce comes in and surprisingly has another needle in
her hand. I'm thinking, Ha!, I took the last one easily, how hard can this one be?
YEEE-OOWWW!!! Damn, she stuck that thing right in my eyebrow. Crap! That hurt. She then
sticks me 3 more times! I then get 10 stitches, yep, 10 of'em. At least I then felt like I
belonged there.
I leave the hospital feeling pretty good around 3:00PM. I get home, show off my pride and
joy to Michelle and Jordan (Jared was asleep). I'm starting to feel a little tired,
perhaps from the stress of being in the ER, along with getting stuck with 4 needles, and
having an additional 20 holes poked in to my eyebrow.
I take a one hour nap, then I wake up and the honeymoon is over. Man, my eye is killing
me. It sucked. All the numbing stuff wore off. However, we decide to make a run to CostCo
for a few items and some pizza. Getting ready, Jared doesn't want to put on his coat. I'm
talking with him giving him options on coats and he finally grabs his raincoat and whips
it up into the air. Yes, straight into my eye ... ARRGGGHHH!!!! I'm fairly miserable at
this point.
The trip went fine. Both kids did well. And I'm finally sitting here writing this story.
Take this as a warning to be careful swinging your tennis racquet.
Aces to you,
Kenny
