I had a rare 20 minutes of free time yesterday between work, workout, the wretched crosstown rush hour drive, and The Kid's volleyball match. So I stopped at a nearby watering hole for a bite and a drink. All the TV's at the bar had on the US Open tennis tournament. I haven't really watched any tennis in years.
First, it brought back great memories of my summers when we used to visit my grandparents in Salem, Oregon. Grampa was a tennis player and runner well into his 70's. We used to play doubles then watch some Wimbledon action while sipping ice cold 7Up (poured over ice from a 16oz GLASS bottle). Great memories.
Next, my thoughts went, as they usually do, to the technical side of putting on such an event. I was watching all the ball boys and girls and the line judges. The delicate efficient ballet of grabbing loose balls, and providing them and towels to the contestants. I'm probably the only guy that goes to a concert and cheers for the roadies, drum tech, and lighting supervisor. But no matter what kind of event, I love the "back stage" action.