Ah, but the Brooklyn boys were primed. Yelling, embracing, once kissing like Soviet athletes, Hauptman and Fleitman ran off six straight games to take the match. The court was bedlam. I felt the same as when the Yankees won last year's Series. I had no great love for the Bombers, but I was pleased to see a rasty bunch of men triumphing over all that laid-back love. Eat your heart out, Jerry Brown.
"All this," Fleitman laughed, "for a little cup."
No, Jeff, all this for paddle tennis, the dream game.