So, there I sat, yesterday...munching at the cornucopia of delicacies so generously shared by Coach Bernie, when I overheard his pained yet positive comment, “This job is getting to me. I have one more match, a makeup at Summit, and I can’t field a team. Man, I hate to forfeit. I just hate to do that.” Later on, he revealed, “I’m supposed to play #1 with Bobby, but I’m hurt and I have a 10 am lesson.” The man was beleaguered by the tennis devils, having endured a sleep- deprived season dealing with neurotic, apathetic, and pathetic coaches from this existential men’s summer league.