From: tmarvan@sdcc3.ucsd.edu (Thomas Marvan)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.tennis
Subject: Re: Jim Courier
Date: 26 Jul 92 02:07:07 GMT
Organization: University of California, San Diego

In article <1992Jul25.223517.1003@eng.umd.edu> clin@eng.umd.edu (Charles Lin) writes:
>
>In article <1992Jul25.204344.26973@cs.wayne.edu>, faa@athena.cs.wayne.edu (Felicitas A. Atabong) writes:
>>In article <92205.183932MSTRASS@auvm.american.edu> Mona E. Strassburger <MSTRASS@auvm.american.edu> writes:
>>>Oh yeah?!  Well, who do you find attractive?  Probably someone like Andre Agass
>>>i!   Yech!!!!   Give me a break.....
>>
>>Maybe not Agassi, but DEFINITELY NOT Courier!
>>
>
>    Isn't it interesting how the "most handsome" players that people
>have selected also are always in the top ten?   How frustrating it
>must be to a lower ranked player!   Doesn't play tennis as well
>and they aren't attractive either!


Well, it's not entirely true. In another installment of my tennis
follies/adventures, let me relay this story of my past.


About ten years ago, a bunch of high school chums and I wandered out
the school gates after another boring day in class, only to happily
arrive at Kooyong stadium, just down the road, with the intention of
watching some fine tennis. Well, in fact, to be honest, being the
hot-blooded, hormone driven young boys that we were, we were truly
out to watch not necessarily some fine tennis, but to watch some fine young
ladies playing tennis.

The object of our young hearts was an 18 (or so) year-old by the
name of Susan Mascarin. When we were let in for free (one of my
friend's brothers worked at the gate), we scurried eagerly to the
board that displayed the list of the day's matches and results. Our
hearts sank when we discovered that our Susie had already played
that day, in the singles, and lost! Oh no, we thought, we may never
see her in the flesh...

Well in fact, the nerd of the bunch had the brains to look up the
doubles schedule and, sure enough, Susie was due to play in a few
minutes on an outside court (don't remember which number - but I do
remember it was the one right next to the train line the noise
caused by the trains there was Kooyong's poor version of New York's
constant immersion in the sound of overhead airplane noises). So we hurried
to the court in eager anticipation of watching our Susie play. 

So, there we were, cheering Susie, and she was somewhat embarassed
(perhaps not as embarassed as we were when the people sitting next
to us - the only other ones in the "crowd" - fessed up to being
Susie's parents. They told us proudly how hard she was working on
her game, and how success was just around the corner. It was quite
touching, actually, to witness first hand the devotion of an
aspiring athlete's parent's dedication).

Anyway, as we were cheering Susie on, her doubles partner (Wendy?)
White protested at us, in jovial fashion, about our propensity to
scream "come on, Susie!" "What about me?" she complained. To this we
immediately replied, "Come on, Wendy(?)!" causing the players,
ballboys (most of whom were our friends lucky enough to get
the job there), officials and the "huge" crowd to erupte 
with laughter. It was great fun.  Yeah, those were the days. And
Susie was not even in the top ten, nor, do I think did she make it
there.

I wonder where she is today....




Tom Marvan.