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Everyone knows who owns the clay. Nadal even looks red. His dark Spanish skin wrapping his used and busting muscles, which connect to his sturdy bones, all controlled by a white hot nuclear reactor flame of want to, need to, have to, and will. His 11th Barcelona title, coming after his dominance in Monte Carlo, gives a good indication of who will win the French Open. The ball whizzes off his strings, it loops high, and falls quick and sharp. Nicking lines, biting down, going deep, severe angles. Every point is fought for desperately, no mistake is tolerated without disgust. The routines, the tics, the picking. Scrowling around, rarely smiling during play, saving the beaming flash of complete joy for hoisting big silver trophies. Ten at Roland Garros, eleven is likely. The grass transition is the question for Rafa, will he win again in his whites. He plays like he thinks he is the best tennis player ever, and knows he is the best tennis player now. He is ranked ...

The dim lits, not needing much to see forward.  Conceding the developments to inevitability, searching for the way through.  This is not just a ride going round and round while spinning.  Dizzy.  Nothing is repeated in the same space.  Unoccured time is the only true frontier.  Even the oceans have been scanned.  Space is known.  The poles.  To explore the future is to anticipate.  Technology, culture, relationships, and nature.  Each impacting the other, minimal autonomy. Technology must be freed. Late adopters are late. There is little to gain. The fear of it should be overcome. Culture is our known existence. Music, styles, priorities. Demographics and insecurities. The art of it all. Relationships light the minds. Individuals electrify each other. Sharing the emotions of life. Security, affection, envy. Nature is a constant reminder. Its beauty, its noises, its age. Everything without thought. Perfectly inco...

The block age. Chained to the past no longer. The speculators are raking. Seven thousand percent return. With some luck and calm. Trust is irrelevant. These transactions are instantaneous. A constant state of things. No updates required. The reconciliations. Back office nonsense. Modern day pushing paper. The roll back and the buy-in. Middle people get eliminated. Cut-taking on top of cut-taking. This is main line. Applicable. All states are transparent at all times. The utility of it all. Nakamoto, Szabo, Buterin. Programmability of exchanges. And work proof. Public permissions of the crypto kind.

.hastily arranged, rearranged somehow. .arrivals delayed, equipment loading. .cracked the drinks, drank the Kool-aid. .domestic communications, and life. .down for the breakdown shakedown. .then a fast patrol, low-riding, coasting. .felt almost fuzzy headed, heart beating. .flea is certainly a fine, fine bassist. .more Kool-aid, goes down good and easy. .plugs and wires, the sound must sound. .amplifier cracks and crunks, cord abuse. .never play with a pic, just never do. .adjust to the rhythms, tried to get through. .bodies out of sorts, our minds distracted. .dogs howled, birds kwacked, we slacked. .floated back home, exhausted and empty.

"Grand Slam Noise" by jpg ...time to eat.  Tennys is hungry.  Even as a kid his moms said.  Hungry.  Nervous, always moving, just ticking all the time...  But, The Grit is The Grit.  A declaration before the match is due.  More research, 4 hours left.  The tournament magazine has a spread on the Finals Sunday Brunch at the club.  Everybody wearing what they're supposed to wear, not the same, not conformed, just above.  Yes, above.  I am intoxicated, to attend this brunch one day is a goal.  Begin with the end in mind.  Elevate, above the rest.  Tennys is hungry, yes, his mom likely snuck him a plate from the brunch.  He most certainly did not attend himself.  Obsessive pre-match routines, rituals, and yoga poses.  Then he eats.  Already making grand slam noise, which was a surprise.  Whose Sandgren?.  Now we know.  But, The Grit is The Grit... "Sweet Slice BH" by TTop Shoul...

"Cool Cats" by jpg Russell Seymour and Dick Landenberger are Hall Of Famers, inducted, immortalized, permanently.  They know the game, and they marvel at its evolution.  The equipment, the giants, the scene.  Much has changed.  However, the traits of the greats are the same.  Tenacity, endurance, merciless, controlled simmer, deuce juicers, door closers, heart breakers, hate to losers.  These Texas Tennis HOFers, Russell inducted in 99, Dick in 01, earned eternal admiration and honor.  They still play.  Evidently, the over 80 division is active.  This is our future if we are fortunate and take Russell's advice to "Keep playing!"  Their jackets were sweet.  They were rightly elevated and strutted around the River Oaks grounds without even trying to strut.  It's just the way the naturally walked.  Still strutting.  Cool cats.  Dick mentioned playing the red clay of a River Oaks years back.  We were in the s...

eeaa b7b7ae Few years back he was a company man. Came early, stayed late, always gave a hand. Til one day, when he had that infraction. No mercy, no love, take a hike Moe Action. Became a lawyer to defend his good name. Claimed that company should be ashamed. No due process, just assumptions and talk. Cashed his check cause the company lost. ea eb7 ea b7e Moe Action (Less Talk) Moe Action (Less Talk) Moe Action, Moe Action. (Less Talk) (Less Talk) (Less Talk) Then old Moe started reading the Word. Felt like something in his soul was stirred. Few years later, gave all the world hope. When he humbly agreed to be the Pope. Ditched the robe almost immediately. Instructed everyone to get off their knees. Can't move around til you're off the ground. Moe Action, The Pope, with Vatican sounds. Moe Action (Less Talk) Moe Action (Less Talk) Moe Action, Moe Action. (Less Talk) (Less Talk) (Less Talk) Tired of Italy, hung up his Pope hat. Damn pickpo...

"Bluebonnet Seeds" by TTop Something has my stomach all messed up...Woodys!  I still would like to get some bluebonnet seeds if possible. "Corporate Maxed" by Matt I've listened to Corporate Maxed like 5 times today. "Tracy Lettuce Down" by jpg ...Bluebonnet seeds, yes.  Ennis is the recognized Bluebonnet capital of the world.  It's true.  Must have been the 'already chopped up " brisket.  Should always have them chop up brisket from the slice.  To be seen, and admired.  Ribs were chewy.  Tracy lettuce  down. Avoid Woody's.  Pete Holtermann, and his Holtermedia operation is top notch...so happy I won the 7th game...  Tired, uninspired, but tennis satisfied. "Hmmmm, Zeballos" by TTop I forced Jack to focus mentally on his next opponent...Hmmmm, Zeballos...this is coaching.  Fritz dominated.  He is too powerful for Sock.  The scream. "A Slammer" by jpg ...a turning point.  'Slam the ...

"Curving And Green" by jpg ...electric avenue was literally below us.  Another day was being charged up.  The wires were connected right across the massive river oak.  Its limbs sprawl out vinelike, moving and curving and green.  Airports are everywhere, this place smells of monetary transactions, this place looks orderly, this place sounds like pavement and rubber.  Catching up with the media team.  Impressive operation, open and welcoming.  Quiet at first, til the talking started.  Questions are easy to ask...  Sprawl. "Moe Action" by OneFineGringo If I were a pope, Indian chief, wrestler, or lawyer, I would go by: Moe Action. "The Press Don't Got It Easy" by jpg ...Eddy Grant will forever remind me of Houston.....think some players may come in.  While I'm waiting.  The press don't got it easy...girl with the red bag is so glowface...Tenny moves in nicely.  Forward.  Forward.  Distracted, however......

"Houston Calling" by CB Houston Calling…Houston calling.  The week came, the opportunity lost.  The beauty of the red clay.  The opulence of River Oaks CC . The fashion show with Fernando.  The level of play of the game we love.  The intrigue of the event and it’s surroundings slips hour by hour until next year. I worked, but Houston Calls.... Next year. "Wayne's World" by jpg ...alot has happened. And it ain't even 2.  Wayne Bryan is an authentic person.  As nice and cool as he seems.  He thanked me for writing my articles.  His boys are headed to Monte Carlo soon...part of the tennis pro deal, he said.  Such a pro.  Prepared, calm.  Magnatism.  He is a father figure to more than he knows.  It is truley Wayne's World in Houston... We are friends. "Night Owl" by peoplesDuke What is his writing style? When does he do it? Is he a night owl, quietly pecking away after midnight or does he arise at dawn with...

"Tournament Media Director" by jpg ...this Pete Holtermann guy must be busy.  Three unreturned emails providing the requested followup info, describing the freelance project I'm delivering for the Vantaggio Magazine, and expressing my intention to be mannerly and respectful.  Weeks ago I followed the application procedure for press credentials as requested.  They acknowledged, then a probing followup from Pete.  I answered, waited a day, provided additional context, waited a day, and finally sent another reminder.  Nothing.  A bit disappointing, especially considering Pete has the title of Tournament Media Director.  Surely he has some sort of staff seeking, and needing, empowerment.  Must be an oversight, clearly he doesn't have time to respond.  We'll seek him out upon arrival, needs to be prompt, hoping to get access to the noontime annual fashion show at River Oaks.  Always mindful of fashion when freelancing as #TheJunkyardCourt ...

    The Northern Irish are scarred people evidently, pick a side or not.  It doesn't matter.  That was years ago.  It's proven all the Irish and British men can come together and defeat the rest of the European men in golf.  The since disbanded Seve Cup was played bi-annually from 2000-2013.  It featured the islanders against the rest of continental Europe.  Only eight events were held, the island boys went 6-2.  Seve Ballesteros knew the island fire, knew why punk rock was born there.  These people have lived on their heels for millinias.  Fending off Viking raids, many times unsuccessfully, old entitled Romans and their vast kingdom, Germany's blitzkrieg bombs, various religious claimers, and countless other recorded and unrecorded scenarios.  No wonder the initial American patriots, and others to other places, went floating for a calmer life, almost undercover as colonists.  Most stayed where they floated.  Not su...

Switch on over to the other side. Talk that talk for awhile, spew. Assume absolutely everything. Give nothing, it's all believable. Seen a movie like that once. Plots and angles, two hours. The lone stars stay alone. It's just not worth the trouble. All this fighting and frowning. A wasteful and sorry condition. Thrive, be alive, glide and slide. Strut if you must, shake the rust. Through the fear, through the still. Cause the whirl, light the night.