What do you mean...I'm the captain?
|Somewhere between the Gate Parkway and J Turner Blvd we became lost and I became captain of my daughter’s tennis team. The captain part would be told to me later, like the next morning…twenty minutes before our first team match. I can handle last minute; but, twenty-five minutes before match time? I thought my name was down for co-caption. You know, sorta like the team mom. Adam, for untold reasons, ditched his captaining responsibilities and I was next in line to receive them.
I’ve captained plenty of teams over the years, so throwing my captain’s hat on was, well, ‘old hat’. Too bad my badge said ADAM. For the most part, I was okay with my unexpected responsibilities, however, had I known, the prelims for this trip would have been drastically different. I may not be the princess of organization, but I have more behind me than a twenty-six year old tennis player/coach with no kids or wife to call his own.
Everyone got a kick out of calling me Adam. The tournament staff, referees, other captains, even the parents of my team. ‘The Fake Adam’ I called myself. While turning in my last score card for the last match of the weekend, I held up my ADAM name tag to Andy, the tournament director and said, “I’ll bet I’m the best looking Adam you’ve ever seen.”
Without missing a beat, he replied. “I don’t know…I’ll have to go ask Eve and see what HE says.”
This Adam did not take her team to first place, but she had a super fantastic time anyway
I'm wearing my ADAM tag. Laney is being silly. Gotta love her.
Laney, no longer being silly.