You know how I said you don't see much stalling around here in our 2-hour timed matches?
I want to change my answer.
We played a 9 p.m. ladies 3.5 match tonight (indoors). There was a mix-up with our line-up, so my partner was 14 minutes late. Lateness rules are strict in our league, so that means my partner got only a 5-minute warm-up, and opponents were awarded the toss and three games. Opponents elected to serve, so they would serve up 3-0.
We all warmed up, and at 9:21 it was time to start. And that is when the bizarre stalling began: Our opponents walked to their bench *after the warm up* and plopped down like they were sitting under an umbrella at the beach. My partner and I were gobsmacked -- what were they doing?
After they lounged a bit (while we stood in our receiving positions staring at them), they sauntered out and took "slow play" to heights I had never seen before. They lounged on every changeover. They huddled after every point as though it were match point down at Wimbledon -- *sometimes having a conference between their own first and second serve.* They returned balls to us 40 feet in the air. They cleared balls that did not need to be cleared, often taking time to re-positioned the side netting the entire length of their court.
By around 9:35, we were down 0-5, and my partner said we would just have to collect ourselves and win the second set and tiebreak. I said no, let's win as many games as possible this set. If the opponents were successful at running out the clock and it came down to games, we wanted to get as many as we could in the first set.
At around 10:10, we had leveled the match at 6-6. We started the seven-point tiebreak, and sure enough, the opponents went to their bench to towel off and drink water on a changeover. So I yelled at them: "Come on ladies, you're not allowed to take a break during a tiebreak!" The time-wasting play continued, and we won the tiebreak. During the set tiebreak, my partner and I decided we would not give them any games because we despised them so much. Second set: 6-1. We finished with about 15 minutes to spare.
I give my partner and myself high marks for not losing our focus. It was *so* maddening to have all this dilly dallying when we just wanted to play some tennis on a Saturday night. So during the loooong periods as we stood on the court in our positions waiting for these two sloths to get their butts off their bench, I started playing imaginary practice points. I would shadow-play a whole point: pretend to receive, come in for the approach and split, hit another volley and split, back up for the overhead. I'm sure I looked like a lunatic, but it actually helped me stay loose, and it was cracking my partner up so she didn't get mad.
I hope never to see these women again in life.