And his Dad did not have his back?Ok I admit I don't mind that. A few weeks ago at an away match one of our opponents was a chef and he grilled probably the best burger I've ever had in my life. They also provided a Bloody Mary bar. The problem there was my opponent was a sandbagger and despite drinking 5 or 6 beers during the match he beat us handily with his old dad as a partner. He looked and served just like a chubby Pete Sampras. His mom actually got in his face after the match about his drinking. Pretty funny.