Heat waving

It is a cool 80 degrees in my apartment right now. I say cool, because it's 105 outside. My friend Steve and I went to play tennis tonight at about 7 p.m., and even then, it was like playing in a sauna. Needless to say, my forehand was a little slow through the thick air.

Lessons learned: A tennis racket doesn't make a good fan.

Still swinging

Steve and I played tennis last night. I've decided it's a great way to clear your head before the work week begins. They just resurfaced the courts where we play, so no more trying to judge which way the ball will shoot off the circuit of cracks that used to blanket them. There are lights there, so we we often go at night and hit around. As usual, we both had our glory shots that we would impress ourselves with, then turned around to lob one really long or smack it into the net. "That's what separates us from the pros," Steve said. For me, I think it might be more than that.

Lesson learned: Someday I will make it through a night without hitting a ball over the fence. Last night was not that night.