LZ Sunday Paper Newsletter: The "Have I Mentioned...?" Edition
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Dateline: 7/11/21 Dear Subscribers, I know you've been following the big tennis tournament this weekend. And I don't mean Wimbledon. Of course I mean the competitive slugfest grand slam event of Long Island, the "Mixed Up Mixed Doubles" tournament here in this very small beach town just East of NYC. The format of this one is very fun. You enter as a single and get paired randomly for your first match, no seeds, no fixed brackets. If you win, you and your partner split up and face each other in the next round. Very tough, psychologically, since one minute you are teammates strategizing against your opponents, having fun, and then everything turns around and you face each other across the net. So far, my three partners (and thus, opponents) spanned 50 years in age, from part-time bartender to big-time businessman. After last summer's toe disaster and this winter's neuro-meltdown (new readers, consider yourself spared) *and* in spite of a current head-the-weight-of-a-bowling-ball
LZ Sunday Paper Newsletter: The "Have I Mentioned...?" Edition
LZ Sunday Paper Newsletter: The "Have I…
LZ Sunday Paper Newsletter: The "Have I Mentioned...?" Edition
Dateline: 7/11/21 Dear Subscribers, I know you've been following the big tennis tournament this weekend. And I don't mean Wimbledon. Of course I mean the competitive slugfest grand slam event of Long Island, the "Mixed Up Mixed Doubles" tournament here in this very small beach town just East of NYC. The format of this one is very fun. You enter as a single and get paired randomly for your first match, no seeds, no fixed brackets. If you win, you and your partner split up and face each other in the next round. Very tough, psychologically, since one minute you are teammates strategizing against your opponents, having fun, and then everything turns around and you face each other across the net. So far, my three partners (and thus, opponents) spanned 50 years in age, from part-time bartender to big-time businessman. After last summer's toe disaster and this winter's neuro-meltdown (new readers, consider yourself spared) *and* in spite of a current head-the-weight-of-a-bowling-ball