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Played two matches this weekend. The morning was some mixed doubles for funs. I like funs.

You can see that I was suffering a bit from my Big Saturday Adventures and I never really got going, heart rate-wise. And when the matches are just for funs, even if the tennis is good, the effort can be a little low. I also played like crap, which I’m also chalking up to BSA (Big Saturday Adventures).

The afternoon match, however, was some 5.5 USTA Mixed Combo action. I have to chuckle at how much more keyed up I get for “official” matches.

The heart rate levels were more appropriate for the match, and I played pretty well. The game was low-stakes, but I was glad to be able to raise my game (eventually). We started the first set down 1-5, but rallied to win it 7-5. And then we won the 2nd set 6-0. I don’t know that I’ve ever been in a match where we won 12 straight games. It was sick.

Looking at this photo you might say, “that is a majestic-looking motherfucker right there”, and you’d be right.

What this photo doesn’t doesn’t show is this genius picking a fight with his reflection in our back door.

Not exactly “majestic motherfucker” behavior, you know?

It was another insane finish to an important ballgame last night. Lindor is a bad, bad man. Alonso had a clutch hit (while in the middle of an awful slump). And starting pitcher David Peterson got the save?!?!

Not sorry, sad Brewers fans.

Now it’s on to the hated Phillies.

These damn Mets pulled off a wild one yesterday to make the postseason for the first time since 2016 (and that was a super-stinker of a time).

Francisco Lindor hit a 2-run home run in the top of the 9th to put the Mets ahead after they gave up a 3-run lead in the bottom of the 8th. It was tremendous, as he has been this whole darn season.

The Mets had to go from Atlanta to Milwaukee after the doubleheader where they’ll start their series tonight. It would be wild to see them get past the Brewers.

I made some off-hand remarks about a willingness to drink water from a Stanley cup, so naturally I got a surprise gift from my wife.

Why wouldn’t it be from the Barbie x Stanley Collection?

The Western Ken model is tasteful and classy, like me.

And it blends in seamlessly to the truck’s cupholders.

My hydration situation has been improved immeasurably. And holy shit is this thing heavy when it’s full of water.

In Chicago. Found a spot to watch Liverpool at lunch. Walk in, ask for a table and the match on one of the 12 tvs.

“You can sit anywhere. We’ll put it on that tv, but we’re an Arsenal bar so you won’t get any sound.”  

lol

As a long-time advocate of the McDonald’s cheeseburger (and a reluctant convert to the comfort of the Croc), the newest Happy Meal toy promotion is an awkward confluence for me.