Big Money Game

I'm playing doubles in the North Bronx. These gruff, older woman are playing on the court next door. Only a nylon screen seperates our courts. I think to myself that this may not be enough, these woman look real tough, the kind of tough where you mind your P's and Q's. The play next door seems real intense, also. I don't see any humor or emotion or fun, for that matter. My partner comes to me between points, having noticed what I've been noticing. "Tough crowd, don't you think?" He says to me, motioning towards the tough, old broads. "I think it's a big money game," I say. With the level of seriousness that I'm seeing, I think these women are playing tennis for a lot of money.