"Reality"
A great guy. The father, Hank, too. Steve taller than I thought. And reminding me of other alpha males I have known.
Don Budge, the real J. Donald Budge, thought Steve was good looking; so did/does Hope.
We'll see the family again. Steve and I may do some "self-feed" to use his expression, at the Pier Park here if there isn't a couple of feet of snow on the courts. The guys at the park out over Lake St. Clair keep up one net for me-- for my self-feed-- then I go inside twice a week to play doubles.
We touched on many subjects just as I did with Stotty when I was lucky enough to meet him (and Steve spoke well of Stotty).
Hank the father seemed more philosopher than ball player although he and Steve had just played pickleball for three hours.
Each was very complimentary of the other's game. Steve had never played pickle just as I haven't-- but when the father, 87, loosened up he got 30 years younger, Steve said.
"I'm just trying to be clinical," Hank said. He asked me why with my varied background I am so intrigued with tennis stroke intricacy that I write about it every day. Together we asked why anybody writes fiction and then he asked how seeing Steve in person compared to reading his persona on line.
I made a try at answering these and other substantial questions. To say that we had a great and complete time in Marcie's See Pizzeria and Sports Lounge would be understatement.
A great guy. The father, Hank, too. Steve taller than I thought. And reminding me of other alpha males I have known.
Don Budge, the real J. Donald Budge, thought Steve was good looking; so did/does Hope.
We'll see the family again. Steve and I may do some "self-feed" to use his expression, at the Pier Park here if there isn't a couple of feet of snow on the courts. The guys at the park out over Lake St. Clair keep up one net for me-- for my self-feed-- then I go inside twice a week to play doubles.
We touched on many subjects just as I did with Stotty when I was lucky enough to meet him (and Steve spoke well of Stotty).
Hank the father seemed more philosopher than ball player although he and Steve had just played pickleball for three hours.
Each was very complimentary of the other's game. Steve had never played pickle just as I haven't-- but when the father, 87, loosened up he got 30 years younger, Steve said.
"I'm just trying to be clinical," Hank said. He asked me why with my varied background I am so intrigued with tennis stroke intricacy that I write about it every day. Together we asked why anybody writes fiction and then he asked how seeing Steve in person compared to reading his persona on line.
I made a try at answering these and other substantial questions. To say that we had a great and complete time in Marcie's See Pizzeria and Sports Lounge would be understatement.
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