if you saw some of the men’s finals for the French Open, you’ll understand the quality of tennis I’m talking about. Got the boys out to hit some balls. And with Doug’s wood racket, they had no defense.
I also had the privilege of playing with The Legend once again in some place called Goshen, OH. Nice course but soaked. If I screwed up and somehow hit the fairway, it was like landing in a pond. No roll. And my game depends on roll.
