Last week we went to the Family Circle Cup to watch tennis. While I am not a tennis player myself, I like to watch it. I went to the U.S. Open twice when I lived in New York. Next to going to a World Cup Soccer game in high school, watching tennis at the U.S. Open was one of the best sporting events I have ever attended.
So, I had high hopes for our outing. I left work at 5:50 p.m. to pick up the Southern Gent. By the time we got out there, it was 6:50. We ran into some friends and then ate some food on the grounds before going into the stadium. Once we got into the stadium, we had to wait to be seated because the match was in progress. We were seated at about 7:30.
This is what the sky looked like at that time:
So, we were confident that we would be able to watch the remainder of the match. After all, they had been forecasting rain most of the week but nothing had happened. I happily started photographing.
Some grunting I can’t reproduce here in words. She did that a lot.
The Australian player was a quieter whacker. She had a good back hand.
And it was about this time, shortly after her grunt, that lightning flashed through the sky. Play was stopped. The people in the metal bleachers were invited to relocate. The judge then met court side with both players and subsequently, we were all invited to leave as the a major storm was quickly moving into the area.
The Southern Gent and I then ran. Wait, no, I mean RAN to our car. I RAN as fast as my flip-flops would carry me. At one point I sought refuge under an awning but the Southern Gent encouraged me to continue on. About ten minutes later we finally reached our car amidst some sprinkling skies (the free parking was a fair distance from the stadium). As we exited the grounds and got on 526, the sky opened up and my car received the much needed bath I had neglected to give it.
Ninety dollars for twenty minutes of tennis. Perhaps it will turn out a little better next year.