Actually, although Alex and I did lose our initial match on Friday night, we wound up in the “consolation” side of the bracket. This is the side of the bracket for, uh, losers. But that’s not the end of the story.
Our next match (with other losers) was against a father and son-in-law doubles team that was pretty good. We won that match and then awaited the other winner (of the losers) for the final match on Sunday.
We waited five hours for the final to take place. The other team won their semi-final match (after a grueling battle) around 4 pm. Then they agreed to play the final match against us almost right away.
Most of the other competitors had already left the tournament when the big show-down took place. Our battle was watched by about eight people, including one young lady who had become quite intoxicated and cheered every shot, and one dog who seemed bored with it all.
Anyway, Alex and I were down 5-1 in the first set and — then a miracle happened! I’m not Pentecostal, but it was a true miracle! We came back and won the first set 7-5! A revival almost broke out amongst the spectators!
Then we were down 4-1 in the second set and we came back and won 6-4! Another revival almost broke out! We were now the winners of the losers!
Just thought you’d want to know that, even at my ripe old age, I’m not letting any moss grow under my feet.