Philadelpia Days by Cameron Booth

“I’ve never played tennis in Philly but with the way court availability is going in a major city that shall not be named, the commute to Philly to play may provide a more acceptable ROI in regards to the ratio of time invested to playtime.

With that being said I’d hop on a Megabus, Peter Pan Bus, Greyhound, or Bolt bus, just to name a few bus lines, for any reason to visit—there are no shortage of reasons to visit outside of the tennis availability. The ease of court availability does not correlate to the playability of said courts.My preferred bus lines for this journey were a combination of the aforementioned Peter Pan and the notorious Flix bus.

With a perfect dusting of fresh snow mid-shoot, the only obstacle we had to navigate on the newly painted South Philly courts were the wretched pickleball players. Court two, not that we needed to find a more available court seeing as there wasn’t a soul playing on this particular day, we sought out in search of the ambiance and resemblance to that of a Philadelphia botanical garden meets Scandinavian cemetery. No graves or headstones but rather the souls of past players who somehow managed to play on the upturned asphalt and string-like net, surrounded by the outstretched shriveled arms of vines that surround the parking structure-adjacent single court.

This will be my court of choice upon my next triumphant bus journey — hopefully without the snow, but likely with more dead plants.

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