Saguaro National Park
Those of us making the road trip arrived a couple of days early, giving us an opportunity to explore, chill out, and acclimatize (or acclimate, as they say in these parts). The four of us were joined by a fifth team member, Bobby, on the Wednesday, and almost immediately a plan was formed to visit one of the Arizona National Parks (this was just before they all closed for the government shutdown which began the following week).
We opted for the Saguaro National Park, famous for its giant saguaro cacti. The scenery was truly stunning: a range of incredible cacti in a rocky, dry desert setting, with a fabulous mountain backdrop. We drove and walked around and I got the Paul-stood-next-to-giant-cactus-photo which I had hoped for!
|Me with giant cactus|
|Scott on a rock formation|
|Another interesting cacti, in bloom.|
Let the Tennis Begin!
Basically, all the men’s teams were split into 4 different groups. There were three other teams in our group. If we won all three matches, then we were through to the semi-finals. If we won two out of the three, we could still make it through, but it would be tougher.
|The Nationals Team|
|Erin kept everyone back home up to date on the scores via Facebook|
|Cam was supposed to be playing but got (unfairly) disqualified from the competition at the last moment. Heather took most of the photos.|
Our first match took place ridiculously early in the morning, but it didn’t seem to matter, as we were all thrown out by the time difference anyway (thanks to the different time zones and Tucson not doing Summer Time, there was a 3 hour difference from Florida). Our first match was against South-West, a team from Arizona composed entirely of players who were ethnically Indian (that’s the subcontinent, not Native American). They were a friendly bunch but some of our team had trouble deciphering their accents.
The first match was close. We lost both the singles courts decisively, but Daniel and I won our doubles match comfortably, as did John and Aaron on doubles #2. The deciding match ended up being court #3, where Paul D and Erik, having narrowly lost their first set, were battling to win the second set and force a tiebreak – it wasn’t to be, and the Florida team ended up losing the first match 3 courts to 2.
|Daniel on the attack|
|Bobby moving in|
|Scott striking out|
Friday - Second Match
The first match was actually the first one that our team had ever lost and I think it’s fair to say that some players were downhearted after the defeat. But we had to bounce back quickly as we had our next match in the afternoon against Texas.
Texas were a pretty strong team, certainly in the singles department, but their doubles pairs were beatable. Historically, they generally seemed to win their matches by winning both singles courts and at least one of the doubles. A number of our team strongly suspected that their captain employed a strategy where instead of putting the best pair on court #1, the second best on #2, etc., he mixed the order of his pairs up, increasing the chances of at least one doubles win. This practice is against the spirit of the competition, but unfortunately so common in some circles, that many captains see the practice as acceptable.
Anyway, suffice to say, we lost both the singles matches (I personally was slaughtered 6-0 6-1!) but our doubles pairs all won, including victories by Paul D and Erik, who returned with a vengeance after their defeat in the first match, and a nail-biting tiebreak where Bobby and Scott eventually triumphed! That gave us a 3-2 victory that we badly needed.
|Erik and Paul D|
|Aaron getting ready|
|John serves one up|
To get through to the semi-finals, we now needed two things to happen. Firstly, we needed to win our final match against the Ohio team decisively (i.e. 4-1 or 5-0) and secondly, we needed Texas to beat the Arizona team 3-2. This all seemed very feasible, so we entered the third match determined to give it our best shot.
Daniel and I steam-rollered our opposition on the doubles #1 court (they were nice guys and they put up stiff competition, but we were determined to not let them into the match), which meant that Daniel and I got to see all the other matches, as they gradually finished. Incredibly, our team won all the courts, giving us a 5-0 victory. Now all we needed was for Texas to do their bit.
|Me in action shot|
|Paul D waiting to strike|
|Daniel and I watching a tiebreak|
The Texas v Arizona match was close, and after four courts finishing, it was 2-2, then the fifth and final court went one set all (remember, we needed Texas to win 3-2). The tiebreak decider was almost certainly the most nervy and emotional time that I’ve had at a sporting competition – I could barely watch, the anxiety and anticipation was so high. The teams were neck and neck all the way to the wire, until eventually Arizona squeaked a 2 point victory.
Florida were out of the competition.
After some overnight partying, most of us turned up the following day to see the finals. The men’s competition was won by Puerto Rico. I am not kidding, their team had its own traveling coach and a guy with an ice box who went around giving the players drinks during breaks. The team build ups before their matches was like a national pride march, with songs, chants, and general jubilation. Clearly the amateur tennis competition is a source of honor in Puerto Rico! They were a well-oiled, professional machine and they demolished the Hawaiian opposition (certainly no slackers!) 5-0 in the final!
Arizona, the team that won our group (we finished second in the group), went on to secure third place in the competition, after losing to Hawaii in the semis and beating New England in the 3rd/4th place play-off match.
I certainly don’t think we could have won that competition, but we were so close to getting to the semis and maybe even getting third place. Just being able to say that we were one of the top four teams in the US would’ve been something to tell the grandkids! Oh well.
On the way back, I’d come to an arrangement with a friend, who owns a junk collection franchise, that I would drive a truck back from Austin, Texas. He got the truck delivered, and I got a free journey back to Florida.
We picked up the truck and headed into downtown Austin for lunch.
|The Austin dump truck|
|On the road|
|Keep Austin Weird|
The trip back was grueling at times. Aside from the weariness of long-distance travel, it was more than a little lonely in the truck, driving on my own. The radio didn’t work either, so I found myself doing a lot of a capella singing. On top of that, the fuel gauge was stuck permanently at zero due to a fault, so I had to make regular stops at gas stations, rather than risk running out of diesel.
The others drove ahead of me in the car. We stopped overnight in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Maybe it was a mixture of fatigue and relief at reaching my (temporary) destination, but the city and waterfront looked rather splendid, lit up under the night sky, as I rumbled in via the interstate.
From Baton Rouge, it was one last stretch to North Central Florida. Back to my wife and daughter and the settled, mundane life. I was tired, but satisfied to be home.