My friend Amy H and I have been threatening to play tennis for a few weeks now. Yesterday, we finally made good on our promise, and it was a blast.
In the two weeks leading up to the actuality of the event, we waffled on timing - "Oh, that's not terribly convenient for me, I like to nap at 1:42pm on Sundays" or amounts of humidity/sunshine - "Holy hell it's hot out! Eff this!" and locations to, you know, hit it around - "We could head to the courts by UEC, or at Lake Park, or the ones down by the lakefront but I don't want to do that because people will watch us down there and we'll wait until we get gooood to play there," etc.
Little did I know that *Pumping Station Park has two more than adequate courts just kickin' it in the back of the park, behind the "batting cages" and next to the basketball courts. Win!
*I never knew what the park across the street from Colectivo Humboldt was called until I went to check in yesterday and had to ask Amy. Pumping Station Park... the more you know!
This park is small but mighty: a baseball/kickball diamond, tennis courts, batting cages, a basketball court... they've got what you need, MKE.
Lots of leagues play sportballs at this small but mighty park... I often see practices of all types and sorts. (Read: post-work/school days and summertime weeknights can be busy.)
Adequate green space to play catch with a real-life leather football with your significant other, too. If your significant other is good at throwing a football from 50+ yards, you may end up jamming the living daylights of your ring finger like me and subsequently endure a re-occurring sportsball "injury." Ow. My tender tendons.
I'll be back to play lots more tennis with my friend Amy and maybe my friend Jessie, too. (And though it's a long shot, maybe L, too.) read more