Dmitry Tursunov: ATPtennis.com's Resident Blogger

As the tournament of Indian Wells came to an end not too long ago, I would like to honor the tournament with a little story. Everything described here is entirely true and had not been created by my imagination or altered to make someone else look bad. After all, I’m not the kind of person that would make fun of someone!

A couple of years back me and a few of my friends trained at Mission Hills Country Club which is located in Palm Springs, not too far from Indian Wells. For those who are not familiar with that area, it is located in the desert and most of the residents are over forty. I have no idea why that is the case but let me tell you; for a relatively small oasis in the desert they sure have a ton of country clubs with golf courses. At least a hundred of them in an area that is probably smaller than Sacramento, not that any of you would know where Sacramento is. All of these country clubs sort of compete with each other to increase the number of members by constantly improving their facilities; clubhouse, gym, driving range, etc. But all of these improvements are costing peanuts if compared to the maintenance of endless acres of weeds for the game that requires you to put a tiny ball into a tiny hole. The idea that you can have a field of incredible proportions that you can’t run on, can’t walk on without a collared shirt, can’t breathe or fart on, and on top of that is constantly being groomed and watered, is kind of, comical, in my opinion. But then again, so are the majority of the members who drive around with a “Proud Member of Mission Hills Country Club” bumper sticker on their golf cart.

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