So I've been playing some pretty good tennis over the past three or four weeks, racking up a couple of singles wins over some good players. I'm feeling pretty good about the Capital Classic, D.C.'s big gay tennis tournament, and even show up early on the first day so I can get in some warm up before my match. Actually playing, I start off pretty strong, though nervous, and feel confident that it's a match I can win. Then, five games into the first set, running to the net for a short sliced ball, a stabbing pain rips through my calf and I fall to the court with a scream and a curse. And I'm out of the tournament, and off the courts for a couple weeks at least.
With the $100-plus in tournament registration fees and $150 in new clothes just for the tournament -- it is a gay tournament, after all -- that's about the most expensive 15 minutes of tennis I've ever played in my life.