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Meadow Club Invitational Croquet Tournament
Last week was a blur of Croquet activity. Jeanette and I were in Southampton, New York for the Meadow Club Invitational croquet tournament. This was the first away tournament in which I have participated. I got as far as the playoffs in my flight, but then I was eliminated. Still it was a lot of fun. And truthfully by the time I was out, I was not regretting the fact I would not be playing more matches. I was tuckered after playing three matches a day for three days. The tournament was the largest held at the Meadow Club I understand. There were approximately sixty players competing in doubles and singles matches.
The Meadow Club is impressive. With thirty-two courts, the club’s primary focus is tennis. However, for the tournament, a number of courts were converted to Croquet courts with wickets, pegs and string boundaries.
Here you can see players on what normally would be tennis courts. Note the white tennis lines.
The weather forecast predicted possibilities of rain each day. Fortunately, that did not come to be. Croquet is played in the rain unless there is lightning or standing water on the court. The first day, Tuesday was cloudy in the morning which helped a lot, because the sun in the afternoon was intense.
Saturday, the day in which the determining matches were played, started shrouded in mist. The attendance was light the first round because the matches started at 8AM.
Only one person here and the mascot sculpture.
Here you can see David Thalmann and Karen Heckman as they each tried to outplay the other.
And here you can see a visiting spectator. David took the match.
By mid-morning the mist had burned off.
Here you see Joe Knoll and Reine Bitting getting ready for the 1st Flight playoff. Reine was the winner.
By noon the mist was history and the crowd had grown and the sun was out. It was hot.
The Championship match was hard fought between Duck Sullivan from Louisville, Kentucky and Mike Gibbons, from Palm Beach, Florida, two of the best ranked players in the world. Mike Gibbons took the title.
It was enlightening to play with such a competitive group of players. I think I’ll be back next year.
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