By Tim Allen

Tiers are NOT our only consolation
They steal away all of our elation
I am getting far too old
To put my life on hold
And some of you must surely feel the same
As you serve a double fault and lose the game
At least we still, instead of smashing fist into wall
Can take out our anger on a defenceless tennis ball
But why one against one when we want two against two?
S**T!!! We’ll scream out for joy when all this is through
But we’re closer in spirit now at our little club
Friendships are stronger—there’s even more love
But what a price it is to pay
Till our next Finals Day