These tennis courts, which are adjacent to a rolling field in
Oz Bossy’s neighborhood.
For the most part these six courts sit unused. Except last night, when Bossy and her husband showed up with some yard sale tennis rackets, and for a solid hour did their impression of Serena Williams and Roger Federer, as played by the Marx Brothers.
Nance saysMay 29, 2009 at 7:48 am
Or is it, “yard-sale tennis racquets“? I can never remember.
Stephanie saysMay 29, 2009 at 8:19 am
What kind of lens did you use here?
BH saysMay 29, 2009 at 8:43 am
I thought it was Bjorn Borg!
Hokie Deb saysMay 29, 2009 at 9:39 am
–>I thought Bossy was going to say hit balls for Bossy’s Great Dane to chase. Good for you and Bossy’s husband!
Debby saysMay 29, 2009 at 9:44 am
I think the tennis last night contributed more to the lack of sleep (see main post) than the rain! All that new and exciting exercise, the muscles were twitching in response, all night long!
sonrie saysMay 29, 2009 at 10:57 am
I love tennis!
Dr. Liz saysMay 29, 2009 at 11:49 am
Sadly, my husband is a very good tennis player, so I’m not able to play my Marx-ian game without frustration and irritation….. Too bad. And those courts look nice!
Reeb saysMay 29, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Photo has that hand-tinted look from days of yore.
foolery saysMay 29, 2009 at 1:02 pm
A solid hour of Marx Brothers shtik? You guys rock. And I hear some tennis may have been involved, too — cool.
cactus Petunia saysMay 29, 2009 at 1:16 pm
I would totally watch that tennis match!
Jami saysMay 29, 2009 at 3:22 pm
I LOVE the Marx Brothers! Where’s the video of Bossyo and Hubbyo?
David saysMay 29, 2009 at 3:29 pm
BH, I would vote for Jimmy Connors, in his Chris Everett days.
Bush Babe of Granite Glen saysMay 29, 2009 at 6:05 pm
I adore Roger. And Andre Agassi. Was he there too? How about Steffi Graf? Would have thought Bossy was built more along the Steffi lines than the Serena lines…
Happily Employed Susan saysMay 29, 2009 at 8:57 pm
I was brought up by a mother who doesn’t think the Marx brothers are funny.
MommyTime saysMay 29, 2009 at 11:14 pm
My sisters and I used to do that on the tennis courts at the high school across the street from my dad’s house. We would only go to play when there was no one on ANY of the three courts, though, because we were so terrible that we would hit the balls into the other courts by accident, and then we’d just switch courts rather than run all over creation trying to corral them. So, long story short, if you ever want a tennis partner whose Marx sister’s butt you can kick, give me a call.