August 10, 2005
Sending Manolo a wire telling him that next year's Strawberry Festival has been cancelled is a bit childish I admit, but it makes for good theater. In the message I put in some clues so that he'd eventually find out it was all in the name of drollery. To his credit he deduced the situation before noon. My punishment was having to endure gazpacho for lunch. It was classic Manolo. I had a fairly rewarding racquetball game yesterday. I have been reinstated at the club which is good, but upon returning I have come to find that no one will play Scotty and I anymore in doubles. Therefore our long standing rivalry has been rekindled. Its not unlike the great Lendl/ Becker matchups back in the day. Except it's racquetball of course, and to put a fine point on it; I would play the part of Becker, but if I really had my say I would really prefer to tackle the life of Bjorn Borg, after his drug overdose of course. That's one hell of a sentence. Hawthorne has nothing on me Diary. Be good.