It was near freezing. We were geared up and anxious to move around, Bluetooth musical arrangements were made. The tennis court was popping, Bob Schneider was singing about the stars over your house. I was stretching. Keck and Joe were listening intently to an old bar fight story from Coach Bill. He really was one of the best back in his fighting 20s, an underdog with hidden fury, willing to be provoked. A finisher. This story featured a demonstrative re-creation of his final battle cry before his fists ended another brawl. "You got blood in my brother's shirt!" Fashion and blood, the Vita bond. But it was too cold for stories and we quickly got started on the first round robin of the new year. Fresh resolution possibilities of tennis basics consumed my thoughts. 'Watch the tennis ball all the way to the strings in 2019' emerged as the one. The pros always do, but the rest of us tend to get wild eyed. And it was working during the quick warm u