I contacted Brett, a very handsome Louisiana charmer, for details, and decided to view the happenings with an eye to resurrecting my game. In Rome, I played on clay a few times a week for four years. Back in the states, I took up racquetball, a less graceful game and murder on the lower back. Gave that up two years ago.
The Veltri Tennis Center was crawling with an international array of athletic gay men!
Brett tore up the court in his singles match against a fierce New Yorker. The only downside to his win is the fact that he progresses to the next round which means being ready for play tomorrow at 9:30AM. These guys go to bed early.
And how could I turn down an invitation to visit the locker room? All in the interest of complete reportage.
(PS: A note to Brett's partner back in New Orleans: No, we didn't.)
UPDATE: Brett wins his Sunday morning match and moves up to the semi-finals. He's up against the #1 seed at 2:30PM.
