Summer's come and gone

At 8 this morning David and I hit the courts at the high school, which were swarmed around by young female athletes: soccer, field hockey, and -- most damningly -- tennis players, the last carrying those bags which hold five rackets or something. I knew it was just a matter of time, and sure enough, a young coach type came out and gave us the kiss of death.

So we hopped on our bikes and rode across town to the university courts. Same story. The women's team occupying one set of courts, the men the other. And there was traffic coming back across campus.

It's over.