When it comes to sports, I'm on the side lines cheering. Always a spectator, I'm not much of a player of anything.
If it hadn't been for Burt in the photo chosen this week, I'd have passed, but I've harbored a secret crush on Burt Bacharach for years. Handsome and talented, he has my eternal admiration as a player, but as a player of the flugelhorn, not tennis. Every last flugelhorn player I know is grateful to Burt for the flugelhorn parts he wrote into his songs like "Walk on By". Flugelhorning sadly is another activity I've only rarely watched and never played.
How did Burt find time to play tennis? He wrote more than 70 top 40 tunes according to Wikipedia, "characterized by unusual chord progressions, striking syncopated rhythmic patterns, irregular phrasing, frequent modulation, and odd, changing meters". Those tricky bits are what made his tunes stick in your head for days. Not only that, but he was married to Angie Dickinson which must have been absorbing to say the least. Then he was married to the great Carole Bayer Sager!
I like to think about Burt not with a tennis racket but with a baton in his hand and if I'd had any say he would have been chained to his music stand, syncopating and certainly not running around with Dinah, nice as she may be.
It's amazing how well some people manage their time.