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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Dogs Do Love Tennis

This is a follow up to my article Cats Don't Love Tennis

I was bouncing around the Web searching for information for an upcoming article and I stumbled across the following video.

Of course most of us are aware of this, but this is proof for those of you who are still trying to get your cat to play with a tennis ball for more than two seconds and actually enjoy it.

Equipment Update - SPORTLINE Water Bottle

I know this is exciting stuff. Not really, but you have to love those little things you buy and use that always work and don't seem to go away

This is one of them. Fortunately, I can't lose it.

8 months later and it has a few more dings in the base from being dropped on the tennis court, falling off a piece of gym equipment or being launched from my bicycle during some crazy maneuver.

Monday, November 26, 2012

What's for Dinner? Uh, well...

I saw this tweet in my in-box a few hours ago from @mrsgnation (supposedly Brad Gilbert's wife - unconfirmed) and the image in the preview pane, at quick glance, looked like a cow. Well it's not - it's a goat. And her (@mrsgnation) tag line "I know things." is quite catchy with this in-your- face image of a goat in a field of grass and flowers. 

This reminded me of a totally relative yet completely unrelated (figure that) tennis story which is probably what the Gilberts need most. Okay...whatever.

Hair, Nails, Skirts...Talons

All cohesion and teamwork can come together on the tennis court between friends and then again, well...maybe not.

Most of us know the potential dangers of mixed doubles teams consisting of significant others and spouses. See 'Til Match Point Do We Part.

And many of us male doubles partners may have some of the same issues to address on court, perhaps in a different manner, right or wrong (unproductive/destructive), just 'cause we're guys.


Monday, November 19, 2012

Just Act! (He Survived)

In February of 2006, while at my desk, speaking with one of my members at the gym, one of our personal trainers shouted, "We have a member down".

From where I was, I got a glimpse of the scene, realizing a few people were assisting someone on the main work-out floor.

I ran to the small white wall-mounted cabinet which contains the AED (Automated External Defibrillator) we had recently installed.

When I returned to the scene of the incident, indeed two members whom saw another collapse had begun CPR.