Playing a meaningless rec match yesterday for some pre-tournament practice with some clueless tennis deplorables, (not a political reference). To tell you how clueless, the subject of Bill Tilden came up and the best player athletically speaking on the court had never heard of him. One of the guys came mainly for the pleasure of sitting on the changeovers, (probably there to get away from the little woman), and after about one hour and fifteen minutes showed some signs of warming up what remained of his game from forty years ago. The third guy came to play, therefore didn't partake of any socializing, like revealing his name--this is serious post league season tennis after-all and wouldn't want to be caught fraternizing with the enemy--which is anyone not on his 3.5, 70's+ team--we did discern that he had a pulse, and he enjoyed wandering off into the corners, after unneeded balls--"We have two!"--for some rest in the shade--this was totally an autonomic reflex on his part after decades of conditioning. So I had two new sleeves of balls to toss into the fray, but before I could, one of the gents volunteer his can of Costco's finest Penns just previously used from the morning. I tossed in my can of ATP Penns from the day before for the warm-up. The bitching starts almost immediately about too many balls on the court and they're not the same. I told them I'd rather be hitting balls then picking them up and for our purposes the differences wouldn't matter. To make a long story short, we played with all six balls, it didn't make any difference, three of the six turned up missing an hour into the BIG MATCH, one sitting on a chair on the court adjacent--maybe theball wanted to watch that match and not be hacked to death in ours. Two of the six balls never were found, and since they didn't belong to two of the players, they left without making any effort to find them.