McQueenie
Cup – Apr 22-23
This was
the 10th running of the McQueenie Cup. We have never won it. We have
come close a couple of times, but we are – in reality – our own worst enemy. It
has nothing to do with lack of effort, as you will read about below, but it is
a numbers game, and it seems every year we just cannot field a full
eight-man team. I encourage everyone to chat to any of our representatives to
see exactly what they are missing out on. It is definitely worth the effort.
Chicago once again were the ultimate hosts, complete with deep dish pizzas,
warm but windy weather, rain, awful traffic, and some out-of-control riot involving
gangs of teenagers late on Saturday night right outside the club. The full Windy
City experience. Perfect!
Four clubs
were involved this year: St. Louis, Toledo, Chicago, and the DAC. St. Louis
were also a man down for the singles portion, so their chance of claiming the
McQueenie Cup were basically the same as ours: none. As for the doubles portion
(named the “Aubrey Cup” after the esteemed DAC Athletic Director, Rex Aubrey),
all four clubs had their two teams entered, except for Toledo who for some
inexplicable reason confused the number “2” for the number “6” and saturated
the draws.
For those
of you who have looked inside our trophy cabinet in the court area, the “Aubrey
Cup” was the enormous silver piece on the middle shelf that could have housed a
small family of pygmies. Our victory in 2019 was perfectly timed since we were
able to keep it for 3 years after Covid nixed the past two. With Toledo’s six
teams this year, one would think that no one else would stand a chance.
However, Toledo doesn’t have a doubles court. (In fact, they really don’t have
singles courts either, but their makeshift ones serve them quite well!) With
practice lacking, and in some cases, non-existent, Toledo failed to win any doubles
matches at all.
We had our
chances. Our A team – John Mann and Corey Kabot. (Yes, our
ex-assistant squash pro is now a DAC member and wasted no time jumping into the
fray!) It was a sketchy start though. The 2-1 loss to the St. Louis team was
disappointing. It would have been nice to play one of the Toledo teams first
just to shake off the rust off. Getting used to the court would have been
helpful since it plays vastly different to ours. Not that the St. Louis team
weren’t in the same boat mind you, they simply handled it better. The next two
matches went 3-0 for the lads which kept them in the hunt. However, another
disheartening 2-1 loss to the Chicago team in their final match did them in.
With 2 wins and 2 (close) losses, John and Corey ended up 3rd. The
St. Louis pair swept the category going four for four.
The B draw
went one step better for the DAC. Joey Gaylord and Mike Petix. A
comfortable first match: 3-0. The second match wasn’t as smooth. Losing the
first game, they looked a little lost. Doubles is a game of power and angles.
They were basically executing neither. Picking it up for the next 2 games,
stronger hitting, better length, better coverage. The 2-1 win put them in for a
chance to take the category. The final match was against St. Louis. A veteran
team, they read the play well, know the shots. Joey and Mike were not
outclassed by any stretch of the imagination, but they simply weren’t
consistent enough to take a game. Losing 3-0, St. Louis had won the B draw as
well. The Aubrey Cup was headed back to the Gateway of the West. It may fit
under the Arch if they are careful. With Mike and Joey’s result, we ended up in
second place.
As
mentioned earlier, with only 7 (instead of 8) singles players, the chance of
wining the McQueenie Cup is not impossible, but it makes it immensely problematic.
It would be like trying to win a basketball game with just 4 players. Of
course, with our super-stud Stefan Houbtchev leading the charge, he
could almost make up for us not having a second A player. Almost.
Untroubled, Stefan sliced, diced, chopped, mopped, flicked, nicked, blasted and
flabbergasted all that dared step on court with him. His scariest time on court
was in the final match when he was 6-10 down in the second game, only to drop
maybe 3 more points for the rest of the match. His scariest time off the court
was when the beer cooler was empty after his match on Friday.
B draw: Robbie
Biskup and Steve Brown. (Yes! The same Steve Brown that moved back
to St. Louis a few years ago but kept his DAC membership!) It was grueling for
our lads. Robbie’s first match was a tough nut to crack. A nut, that may
have been better suited one level up (?). Robbie didn’t play poorly, but
anything loose was dealt with effectively and efficiently. It was a 3-0
learning experience. Now that Robbie is stepping up to this standard, he can no
longer afford not to be tight enough. His second match was a tad
strange. A good hitter, but appeared for the most part not overly interested in
running terribly hard. An awkward style to say the least, Robbie has no issue
pushing remorselessly to the limit and exhausting himself to the point of
flat-lining, The attitude of simply prepared to work harder paid off, and he
took a 3-2 victory. In his last match, he bumped into Steve. Donning his U of M
polo, Steve clearly hasn’t lost his silky touch. A flick lob here, a deft drop
there, a reverse boast just to be cruel… he relies on his accuracy. He does,
however, struggle to maintain all of that the longer the match drags out. Just
like Robbie, Steve lost his first encounter (3-1) and then won the second (also
3-1) so this match-up was a virtual yin versus yang. Like a couple of
Kardashian sisters fighting over a selfie-stick, these two went at it and left
it all hanging out. A long 5-setter, combatting the muscle pain, the lungs
blazing, Robbie fell over the finish line first. Of course, being from the same
team, the result made absolutely zero difference to our overall score. But,
they were assassinating themselves for the love of the game. Troopers.
For the
C’s, we had the pleasure of the dynamic duo in James Van Dyke and Brian
Ellison. Once again, if awards were given out for effort, we’d be drowning
in gold medals. These wonder-twins decided to emulate themselves in the first
round. Both went to five. And it was here where those of us that haven’t yet
shed those Covid pounds made our lads regret some of the dietary choices made
in the past 2 years or so. Brian tried
the “point-on-point-off” tactic for a while, but it was to no avail and
lamentably faded in the last half of the game. It appeared that James was
suffering the same fate but at 5-10 down he mounted the most unlikely comeback
to tie it. With all the momentum behind him, and an open court backhand
dropshot for a winner to take a 11-10 lead, James instead sent it flying out of
court to the back right. The pressure of the situation proved to be his
undoing. He was so close, he deserved the win. But, it was a 10-12 loss. He
did, though, deserve the beer afterwards. James then redeemed himself for the
rest of the weekend to claim the next two matches and finish a respectable 5th.
Brian, for his part, decided to repeat his first round modus operandi and experience
déjà vu all over again. Another agonizing 5-set loss in his second match. Then
he redeemed himself. He took the final match 3-1.
Will
Markley took to
the courts for us in the D’s. Now, here is a kid with potential. If only I was
that fast… and fit… and light… and smiling… and just an all-round nice guy
all the time… What he does need, however, is some coaching. A little
structure to his game will go a long, long way. Being athletic (and friendly!)
only gets you so far on a squash court. Especially when you come up against
some very experienced opponents. Although Will did not win any of the matches,
he improved with every outing. He was definitely very unlucky in his second
match when he was 0-2 down and deep in the 3rd set tie-break. It
went On. For. Ever. Superbly entertaining, his opponent was seeing little
birdies flying laps around his own head. Will never stopped running.
Unfortunately, he lost it 19-21, but had he pinched the game, his opponent
admitted that he was ruined. He could hardly walk straight. Mike Petix
was our second representative and hats off to Mike for stepping up last minute
to play singles on top of the doubles after a last minute cancellation. He
wasn’t in singles shape, and even though he was rusty in his first match, he
still managed the 3-0 win. The rustiness hadn’t completely vanished for his
second match and the young whipper-snapper from Toledo had just a few too many
retrievals for Mike’s liking. The third encounter went pretty much the same as
the second, but a 4th place finish was a decent effort.
So, as
mentioned above, 7 players just doesn’t cut it. At the end of play on Friday,
we had lost 5 of the 7 first round matches and were already out of contention.
We do get an A++ for effort though. Here were the final scores:
1st:
U Club of Chicago – 144 points
2nd:
Toledo – 140
3rd:
DAC – 100
4th:
St. Louis – 86
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(left to right) Joey Gaylord, Steve Brown, James Van Dyke, Corey Kabot, Brian Ellison, John Mann, Robbie Biskup, Mike Petix, Will Markley, Stefan Houbtchev |
For the 10th
straight year, we have failed not only to win the Cup, but to actually finish ahead
of Toledo. But, we are nothing if not persistent. We’ll get ‘em next year… Where,
we aren’t too sure yet. It may be St. Louis, it may even be us hosting, although
Chicago is a fun place to go…
Special mention
to Yoni Ellous – the U Club squash pro for his efforts putting up with all
the hooligans visiting his beautiful club. We know we are all a handful to
deal with. And of course, a huge thank you to the DAC team. We had a great
weekend on and off the court. Saturday night will stick in my mind for quite a
while after entering an uppity night club called “Tao” … which if you looked up
the definition of “Tao”, it had something to do with ‘harmony in the natural
order’ and something, something, something about philosophical religion of
Taoism… obviously concepts way beyond my mere mortal abilities of
comprehension. Anyhoo, the “Tao” nightclub is anything but a “harmony of
natural order” with it’s “Mmmpph, mmph, mmph, mmph” beat of techno music
that rattles the deepest of bones at a volume that bleeds eardrums, the laser and
strobe lights that would undoubtedly give you a seizure and send you into a
catatonic state, and the cost of drinks that would fly me to Australia and back
in first class. Of course, I was probably the oldest patron in the building as
well, so like Lizzo’s wearing that outfit as she was boarding that plane… I
didn’t exactly fit in.
Here's to
an 8-man team next time… Cheers!