Once upon a time in the far away world of USTA tennis, there lived a young boy who tended his sheep in the dangerous fields of Dallas tennis. Every season he would gather and tend to his sheep but every season he would fall just short. But the boy truly believed that one day his sheep could travel past the fields of Dallas.
After many seasons of tending to his sheep without the success he desired, the boy decided that his sheep weren’t really good enough. What he needed to do was attract some new sheep. Sheep that were different. Sheep that weren’t quite as pure as his old flock. Now the boy had more success but it still wasn’t good enough to leave the confines of Dallas. The problem isn’t my sheep, thought the boy. It’s everyone else’s sheep. If I could get the villagers to believe that everyone else’s sheep were really wolves then my sheep would be good enough.
So one year he cried out as loud as he could, “They’re all wolves and it’s not fair.” He cried to his friends, he cried to villagers passing by, he even cried online, where ever anyone would listen to him. The villagers were taken aback. Could this young boy be right? And they came running to his aid. But sadly, the villagers eventually wandered back to their families and the boy was left with his sheep.
The next year he decided to cry even louder, “They really are wolves. How can you allow this?” The villagers rallied to his aid again. But the villagers couldn’t agree on who the wolves were and who the sheep were. “You may be right," one villager told the boy, “but your sheep have been eating my singles players for years, does that mean your sheep are really wolves?” And again, the villagers lost interest and wandered back home.
Finally the boy decided he would try to kill the wolves himself. But the wolves ate him. The end, hopefully.
Good luck to all the 4.5 hopefuls in Dallas. And a special good luck to all the poor sheep in Fort Worth 4.5 leagues now that Marc and Joel are both hunting in their fields this spring.