The Rubber meets the road.

"Never doubt your father," the first words roared by the 'bloviator' as he exalted in fulfilling his stated promise. TennisTitan was brandishing his shit-eating grin at net while waving a hundred dollar bill. "See, I told you, 'I will leave California with a winning record." Your Titan jumped, er-hopped, er-elevated, er, let's just say got up on the balls of his feet with anticipated excitement when 'Hoya Saxa' noticed some vacant tennis courts on an adjacent Del Mar street as the boys trundled up the Pacific Coast Highway. With Russ feeling the effects of sunburn having spent a few hours on a San Diego Beach, your Titan was not at his usual disadvantage of playing late in the afternoon, long after the effects of his needed morning coffee jolt had worn off. With the Amtrak Coaster speeding by carrying passengers between Los Angeles and San Diego your TennisTitan set out with a game plan that was immutable and unsolvable. Precision first serves to the backhand with the same regularity of TT's pompous on-court remarks, followed by well placed returns to the open court reduced 'Hoya Saxa' to 'rookie status' in the finale (6-1) of Titan's west coast tour. Russ might have lost this battle but won the war when he opined at net, "Ol' Man, I fed you this set, now it's time to feed me! You'll need that C-Note!!"