Yesterday the man with no dog transitioned into the tennis player without a racket. When I arrived at the park he was sitting on a bench just outside the dog park gate. He wore a basketball jersey shirt over a white Hanes t-shirt and running shorts. He had a towel, a cassette walkman and two tennis balls.
Forty-five minutes later Niki, one of the dog owners, decided to go talk to him. When she walked over a huge grin broke out on his face. This seemed to be the moment he was waiting for. As I left the park I heard him tell Niki that he had been "playing tennis with a 16 year old and a 20 year old" and "beat them both."
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