Tribute to Senior Tennis

This is the incomplete historical scroll which was found in that giant crack on LSAC's tennis court number 2 (placed thoughtfully in a time capsule extending forward and backward through time... because for about five months, the crack was sealed in 2017 - before rupturing again in the spring of 2018). Through careful restoration efforts and complete fictitious exertions, we bring a copy of this sacred tome to those gracious enough to lay shoe rubber on the court and catgut between the wood (or at least high tensile polypropylene between titanium-carbide polymers).
This personal photo collection starts at the end of the 2016 season, ending with the rains of the last serve in the fall of 2019 (with everything in between), and is not meant for general consumption.
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Surgeons' General Black Box Warning: looking at these pictures may be hazardous to your health. We're not playing singles tennis because it's a young person's game - plus we have a sense of humor, goodwill, sense of sportsmanship ("Out! Oh, wait - serve it first, then I'll yell."), and comradery. Not to mention, by the time pictures are snapped, it means I've been playing long enough to sit a game out.
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Spouses, friends, and family who live with it every day, though, they're probably immune... and potentially might be curious about putting faces to names. Hopefully this work serves that need. (Get it? Tennis? "Serves?" I thought it was funny.)
Thank you for your time. Enjoy - Bob (and crew)