11.12.2016 of our Lord. 8am-2pm, Eagles Landing Tennis Complex, Allen, Texas.
King Emanuel Brighiu
Prince Marty Feldman
Duke Berco Nieman
Earl Joseph Vita
|King Brighiu and Joseph The Earl|
|Prince Marty again.|
|Duke Berco goes royal.|
|Down and dirty tennis. Mahut!|
Updated Morning Groups...
glory is theirs
Hearing the names for King Of The Court 8 (KOtC8), clearly we are courting the best field ever courted in the history of this perpetual and royal tennis experience. Tournament Administrator Keck's recruiting excellence has built a royal family of tennis Kings and Princes and Dukes and Earls. And the Kings do get the spoils of war. The ransom. King James (2), King The Todd (2), King Stone, King Foster, and King Huff. Glory is theirs.
King Stone and King Huff are back for the KOtC8 crown. The other Kings have unavoidable scheduling conflicts. The perfectly comfortable friday afternoon cold patio blond ale was smooth and delicious. Keck continued to reveal the line up. We were both in, of course. And Joe and William The Earl. Frank Friday had confirmed, prioritizing this event while scheduling his USTA fall season. Another very, very respectable trait that Frank Friday possesses that makes him, a former Prince and Earl, a model KOtC participant. His joy of winning is another.
Bobby was out, perhaps he will attend, perhaps he will write an expose. It could be added to the Isner book. An excerpt, or a quote. Italicized and bolded. He is an excellent playwright, his documented observations would be welcome. Vito is in and the competition committee will ensure that he is placed in my morning round. In KOtC7, the deluge that marred the trophy ceremonies,we met in the Duke afternoon round. His timing was good and he stayed dry, but our mahut was never played. Vito is rythym and blues, Vito is rock, Vito destroyed me 8-2 in KOtC6. Yes, we will meet in the morning round. Hunter Foster, son of a King and local collegiate player, is entered and is intense. The Chiliaen Berco is returning. Our 5-5 mahut in KOtC7 was very enjoyable, happy he is back again. Really smooth game. Established in their princely royal blood, Marty Feldman and Chris Fess return thirsty as always. Marty always looks as though he could never walk another step after finishing the 60 game, 6 opponent, 5 hour KOtC format. He gives it all to every shot. Even second serves. There is a reason his younger brother, King The Todd, accomplished what he has. In tennis, in his career, in his life. Marty taught him there is more to exhaust in our bodies than our minds determine as rational. Marty has now taught is all this truth. Prince Fess, his fierce game, his unreturnable running slice down-the-line backhand, his determined grit, is always thirsty. Relieved that the competition committee has evidently let me avoid playing him in the morning round on the first draft of the matchups. Unreturnable shots are tough.
Rhyder Robison has a spot again. The reputation of his game is glowing. He has been mentored, personally and professionally, by Keck, toiling under his mentorship and leadership. Like what Jared and Jack Keck have endured thier entire lives. Suffering produces perseverance produces character produces hope. It is the only way to greatness. Rhyder is a royal threat. If he don't cramp or get dehydrated. Water is life once again. Drink up. This Scott Verdery was somewhat of a mystery to me. He played in KOtC6, the one played for the French (The French!), when King Foster staked his claim, when the Vita's abruptly, physically, and literally ridded Tupps Brewery of a maniacal, out of control drunk. The man was attacking an elderly couple for no reason. Joe repeated screams of 'sit down and shut up!' and Bill's legendary involvement is still remembered by the brewmaster and volunteer beer drawers at Tupps. Ultimately, the staff intervened and tossed the drunken man into an UBER and sent him on his way. Back to the rhythms, back to the rhymes.
As always, Keck has entered The Kid. Usually a star player on the Justin Quest led Allen Eagles. Just run us kid, run us around. Only Dayton earned royal blood as the kid. KOtC3, Prince Dayton. Then he went off to Shreiner College in Kerrville, TX to join the Mountaineers, where he plays #6 singles alongside Nick Pena, who plays #3 singles and is also a former kid in the KOtC. The kid is always a legitimate threat. Keck had no name, but the name didn't matter. The final entry is Briggli, evidently a former TCU player originally from Romania. Plays doubles mostly but, in Keck's estimation, a challenger to the throne. With King Stone and Huff entered, we'll see. Duke Holmes is the first alternate in a controversial omission from the initial 16. Never had a current royal been put in this position. He may never know, this invitation is exclusive. His complete Kramarian game will be sincerely missed if he doesn't play. Flying to the net always. Keck considered not entering and being the full time administrator. A Roddicking Keck was incredible in that role as his wrist healed for KOtC7. He is tempted as the format moves forward eith Kaizenian intentions and perpetual minds. Expansions have been discussed, the Queen Of The Court dreams, different locations, catered after parties with kegs and boxes of wine. For now, glory is theirs. Mahut!
Daybreak Is Daybreak
.so so relative.
.this time conception.
.and the prisoners involved.
.it is continuous and true.
.never able to be removed.
.time becomes a part of our culture.
.unable to be commoditized.
.until time is gone.
.and timelessness begins.
.when time is forgotten we are close.
.close to our eternal nature.
.the brain brings it back.
.it cannot understand.
.it must be occupied.
.and it is close to our corrupted heart.
.so we play tennis at daybreak.
.savings time ridiculousness is irrlevant.
.daybreak is daybreak.
.don't be late.
Double Fault Worries
Elevated almost. Like a new man. A new tennis man. Old burdens gone. The knowledge of futility is eliminated. It is no longer true. An ascension to a higher tennis plane. Planned long ago, a better game developed. Intentional and deliberate, recurring and recurring. Overcoming breaks and strains. Catching breaths and hydrating constantly. The pace is important. Anxious hurries and double fault worries are fatal. Incredible the interior games within the match. Nerves lit and sweat pouring into pools. The heat and the winds drying it quickly. Too much tennis charity from my opponent. Too many mistakes. Comebacks and advantages. No cross court power today. Unusual. Standing back unleashes the pop. The pronation gives the serve another look. From the top of the swing, after the butt muscles have launched and as the shoulder turn has snapped back. Chin up. Tournagrips are needed, in abundant supply. Headbands and bandannas. The net was giving. Shots of destiny, games of inexplicable victory. Ronnie Wood can sing. Bound For Glory with Neil Young and Waylon and Willie. Music is a fabulous addition to Isner Scoring Method culture. A Kazenian improvement made possible and practical by Bluetooth. Evolution of the glowface era. The future shines bright indeed. The light! The light! It is truth. The classic match victory over The Lion Duke Joe Vita, my first in 32 years of regular tennis, was a moment of exaltation. The page can turn, although now, I want to be a Duke too. KOtC8 is two months from now. Preparations continue. Mahut!