In need of a good paddling
I end this week with no subjects to suggest for your commenting pleasure. As the Reg-ulators are always empowered to ignore my suggested topic anyway, and do so regularly, I am sure you can keep yourselves busy.
I do not refrain from offering topics because of any lack of them. The world is jumping, from Tripoli to Wisconsin and all points in between. I just have something more important on my mind:
As I have mentioned before, I play paddle tennis for a team, Edgeworth 5, in the Western Pennsylvania league. I play Monday or Tuesday nights during the winter season in men's Division 7, where all the good young players start and all the not-so-good older guys gravitate to after years of competition. I have so gravitated.
Ten days ago, Wendy Harrington of Franklin Park, wrote that rarest of things, an article about paddle tennis, which appeared below my column that day. It was very good and explained the game for you heathens who do not worship at the enclosed altar of the paddle court. I am afraid it was better than my column.
The season is almost over but this weekend I am playing in the Sewickley Invitational Paddle Tournament, which attracts people from far and wide (one of my nephews is coming from New Jersey to play). I look forward to it all year long and tonight at the tournament cocktail party I will find out the identity of the unlucky lady who will be my partner. (Partners are chosen in a random draw. If you lose, you get another partner for the next consolation round.)
Gosh, maybe it will be Wendy Harrington. I should be so lucky.
Wish me luck and think of some topics to discuss while I'm a-paddling.