Deuce, you don't have to "rip 'em off" altogether; just turn them into a pair of earings (wink).
For the "I'VE DONE THIS, I'VE PLAYED ZONAL THAT, I, AM RANKED, I, I, I, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...Z-Z-Z-Z" crowd: slam-dunking a 14 year old just because he had a starstruck moment (kinda like daydreaming about playing centerfield in Yankee Stadium) is akin to cracking eggshells with sledgehammers, no? So the tournament in reality has "Community College" admission standards. So what? What's the big deal? mileslong had it correct; rugby: brutal game played by gentlemen (for the most part) and tennis: a great game played (all too often) by whinny, self-centered brats who equate their sense of self-worth with their "game."
Masha: as you head into the Collisium to face the lions with what appears to be a feather in your hand, don't worry about anything other than to have a good time. You're not going to win this tournament, and believe it or not people aren't going to be focusing on your one particular match, so take a page outta Gaston Gaudio's French Open book........don't get uptight, pull the cork out of your keester, relax, and enjoy playing (think loose and rhythmic---breathe!). Btw, least the churlish peanut gallery thinks I'm mollycoddling you as well, be it known Mr. Casey that I've got $20 bucks that says you don't get a game!!!! Seriously, good luck.
Lighten up ladies..........