OLD SCHOOL ONCE AGAIN

Tell me why the older I get, the old school-er I get. Now, first of all, you think this is a tennis entry. With Rafy Someone playing Natal or Pre-Natal yesterday after a rain out (see I'm on the cutting edge) tennis has interrupted NBC's soap operas for live coverage so it must be big.

Don't worry soapers; the story lines will pick up where they left off. But the only thing I'm going to write about this 1925 tennis outfit is that I would think it hard to play in it.

Now to my old school. Basketball uniforms for men. I'm so old school that girls didn't have basketball teams. Only one I knew ever played much. Donna Jean. She was good, too. I never liked to guard her because she had once been a junior high girlfriend of mine and I was afraid I might foul her. She was also quicker than me. (I know it should be I, but when you're writing about sports, you get some leeway. I never liked to guard anyone quicker because they tired me out and took away from my shooting. Which is what I wanted to do anyhow.

But when I was in uniform or in PE class and I had to play some D, I remember pulling up my already shorts to give me some more quickness. One with always small thighs, it wasn't that my shorts were too tight; I just wanted to feel freer to run.

Today's uniforms (by the way, most laugh at our short shorts) would not have suited (pun) me. Baggy, long, not for me. I'd rather play in sweats. Plus, I think they look bad. Like they're trying to cover up bad legs.

So in 85 years from now, when people look back at today's uni's, I'm sure they'll laugh and wonder how the heck anyone could play in them. Somehow, I don't think it'll take that long for that realization.