As we get on in years (I hate to say older) it's getting harder and harder to get a fourth for tennis. We are long past playing singles.
One guy has shoulder problems. Another has knee problems. One fellow is away at the shore on weekends, limiting his availability. One of our stalwarts has frequent family obligations which takes him out of town.
I was out for almost six months with bursitis in the hip but I'm back now and it's still hard to get four guys who are available at the same time on the same day.
Three of us have been playing together for more than 20 years now. At one time we had a field of six and sometimes seven to choose from. One by one players dropped by the wayside. Now we are three octogenarians looking for a fourth player. He could be younger than us. We're an equal opportunity group.
The funny thing is we still feel we play a competitive game. B caliber, maybe. We like the game, the companionship and we have fun. And we go for coffee and muffins afterward. That may be the best part.
Black, no sugar, please.
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