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Djokovic, Alcaraz, Mrs. P

Yesterday’s final at the Western and Southern Open between Djokovic and Alcaraz was one of the best matches I’ve ever seen. Tennis, of a different level, plays a role in Mrs. Plansky’s Revenge:

Mrs. Plansky walked quickly, partly on account of the cold, but also because speed seemed to be making her new hip feel better, perhaps warming up all that titanium. How lucky she was! She knew other tennis players, men and women, who had replaced hips, knees, shoulders, even an ankle or two in the hope of getting back on the court. But often it didn’t work out that way and yet there she was, playing the way she’d played ten or fifteen years ago! Naturally she’d need to check video to confirm that judgment, video that luckily did not exist. Mrs. Plansky was occupying herself along those lines when she got the feeling that maybe she should have reached the square by now. She checked her surroundings and recognized nothing.

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Tennis this AM. Photo from last year but it looks just like this today—except maybe for the guy in it.

Into the Mystic, Tennis Division

Here’s an oddity (distantly reminiscent of Mrs. Plansky’s first appearance in Mrs. Planky’s Revenge – at which you can have a free sneak peek, see link): Yesterday for the first time in decades of playing tennis I hit a right-handed shot. (I’m a lefty.) I was running … well, moving toward the corner of the deuce court (my backhand) for a ball that was going to be plenty of trouble but all of a sudden the racket was in my right hand and I hit a deep lob for a clean winner. What? Is this the beginning of something? Will I wake up tomorrow and know how to play the piano?

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250331083/sneak-peek-for-mrs-planskys-revenge

 

 

Tennis (More)

Continuing with our little unplanned series re tennis in my work. This is from Mrs. Plansky’s Revenge, coming July 25 but pre-orders welcome now:

Mrs. Plansky walked quickly, partly on account of the cold, but also because speed seemed to be making her new hip feel better, perhaps warming up all that titanium. How lucky she was! She knew other tennis players, men and women, who had replaced hips, knees, shoulders, even an ankle or two in the hope of getting back on the court. But often it didn’t work out that way and yet there she was, playing the way she’d played ten or fifteen years ago! Naturally she’d need to check video to confirm that judgment, video that luckily did not exist. Mrs. Plansky was occupying herself along those lines when she got the feeling that maybe she should have reached the square by now. She checked her surroundings and recognized nothing.