Ok, so yesterday I played my 6' 5" foot-fault guy. It turned out to be a great match, went three sets and I won, but had to hang on in the final set and serve it out at 5-4. Then grabbed a cup of coffee and a bite at a nearby diner with the guy, a good guy.
I get home and my wife asks me, "did you bring up the foot-faulting...?" To which I answered, "no, I completely forgot about it..." And in fact I did. It was an early match, even with pushing the clocks back (I was up at 6:00 A.M.) I guess I just forgot...
Anywho, not to defend foot-faulting, not calling it at the club level ... but I had a great time, a bashfest, and if I ceded this advantage ... so be it. Again, not an excuse, nor an argument, just an account of what transpired.
Last I called an egregious foot-faulter, back in another club, some years ago -- guy had a fit, then went back to doing it, daring me basically to 'do what you have to do...' and was a d*&k to me the rest of the time I was at that club (he was there before me, probably still there for all I know -- hey Darrin!)