Travis’s first tennis lesson was this morning. We headed to nearby Lions Park and arrived in time. I walked up to a young man sitting at a portable table and proudly announced that we were here for the class.

“Uhh, class? Hold on a second,” he said, pulling out his cellphone. After a few minutes of concerned talk, he looked up.

“I’m sorry but there’s no class here,” he said.

I looked over his shoulder at the courts. Every one was being used for singles games. There is almost never a soul on these courts and here they were, full. I glanced at the paper in front of the man: it was a tournament bracket.
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