Grass Tennis is King! ...Or Queen?

Most of you are out for tricks and treats today and tonight. Not Ted. My wonderful wife, Sally, greeted me at the door only moments ago with a pumpkin jack-o-lantern. I laughed thinking she had created some kind of trick for today's wicked holiday. I opened the jack-o-lantern and found an envelope. I opened the envelope and found two plane tickets for London departing next June 20th. Think June. Think Wimbledon. Sally's taking me to see tennis on the green grass of royalty. This will be quite a treat. I'm hoping to get to play a match or two as well! Best Halloween ever! I love my wife!

Two Weeks

I'm typing today with only my index finger. If anyone was around the club yesterday you may have witnessed what is now being called "Teddy's last spin". As many of you know I will do anything to win a game of tennis. I have been known to risk life and or limb. Yesterday. Split sets. Tie-breaker. I decide the best way out of the longest volley in the history of my tennis playing career is to "snap a blooper". My kids hate this shot. I get them nearly every time. So Marty Turpee hits a soft return and I snap a blooper. At the exact moment of the snap, I heard my wrist pop. Isaac Gilman looked at it and immediately told me I had a sprain. Did I listen? Never. Turn the pages to me four hours later at the doc's. My wrist was the size of a small melon. Severe sprain and I can't play for two weeks and I may never be able to snap a blooper again.