Hi, this is Michael.
I’m writing from a Tucson, Arizona, hotel room early on a Saturday morning. I’m here with the Columbia team for our spring break trip to Arizona. Yesterday, we flew in, practiced, drove for a few hours, and practiced again. But we don’t have another match for a couple of days, and I’m at least close to caught up on my school work. So I’ll take a few moments to tell you what the last few weeks have been like.
Right now, my body may not be sure what side of the country it’s on, or what time zone it’s in. Last week I flew from New York to Indian Wells and played my first-round match there. After that, I flew back in time for a double-header that our team had at home, even though I didn’t end up playing. A couple of days later, we packed up and headed west again for this trip. I guess it isn’t unusual in college sports these days, now that conferences are spread out all over the country, and teams travel from one coast to the other. I don’t love being in an airplane, but there’s not much choice except to get used to it.


