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On Tuesday night, my pal Nancy & I decided to hit the USF tennis courts to get our game on.

At first, we had the entire place to ourselves (out of 10 courts). Then players slowly started trickling in.
Because we’re such pro players, we have a caddy filled to the brim with 57 balls. If we only had a set of three, there would be a LOT more running for the both of us.

It was blazing hot and sunny when we first started playing. Poor Nancy sat in the shade in between “matches” while I collected the 57 balls.
All of a sudden, music flooded the tennis courts, pumping us up!
We didn’t realize it at first, but the USF men’s soccer team was playing Valparaiso that night. They won 1-0.
And we were jamming out!
In fact, this is what we looked like once the music started pumping:
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