Meet Martin at 8 for a dip in the tub. Superheated for the ride to Vendetta. No damn chicken pox can keep Foz from coming out. Singles matches on the Swervedriver all falling my way. 4 games to none. Some kind of luck is ruining the sweet justice of Mr. Barrett holding serve on his table. Lee beats Martin and then heads home to the infirmary. Draw doubles against the “Stud Muffins”, New Jersey bunny ears and all. (see picture) “Pucker up!”. No Mexican Incidents tonight. The Old Guard stands two games to none. Undefeated night for SP! So long slump of ’08! Cycle to the Nest. Winter night cycling, if I haven’t mentioned it before, is simply the best. One block’s worth and then blaze into the young bizness inside. Sit on the Cash Couch and then move to the bar. Whiskeys and Boone’s. We honor absent SA with a new nickname: Breedlove. Catch up with deep Scotland in the crowd. And who could this be? Kong! Whiskey and backs. Hey, how about that Search and Destroy sausages all Chicagoed out? The Lousiana for spicy King Lebold. Martin springs for another German with chili. Ride up the vanishing point streetlamps to the golf course. Fists for the long trip home. Good morning, Rose City. Hey guys, did I mention that I am now 13-4 in singles and 7-5 in doubles for ’09. Over the last two weeks, I am 10-1 overall with 4 hangers and a shutout. Did I mention that? I’m not sure that I did. Would you like me to mention it again?