My Rafa Dream: A Professional Weighs In

This is too good not to share.

A friend and LYB reader forwarded my Rafa dream post to a fellow tennis player and psychologist, Beth Freed. In response, Beth offered up her professional analysis of the dream, starting with my half-assed remark in the comments section about flip-flops signifying an abrupt change of mind:

“The “flip-flops” your friend wears could actually, as she suspected, be a symbol of her ambivalence with her own desires. As much as she jokingly says her marriage allows for a healthy Rafa crush, her dream seems to indicate otherwise. It is full of contradictions and blocked opportunities. She has great courtside seats yet is stuck in “rickety metal bleachers”; she has a chance for direct contact with Rafa yet is wearing an embarrassing outfit; she has a chance to connect with him as a ball girl yet continues to make bad throws, to the point where the ball sticks to her hand like Velcro. A real Freudian would have fun interpreting that as suppressed guilt over her sexual desire. And then Rafa at the end with the harsh reprimand of “You must take things more serious” (I can SO hear him say that!), embodies her own superego judging and keeping her desires in check.

“It also suggests a feeling of diminished capacity, not just because of age but a possible injury. Some dream interpreters (Jung) say that every person in one’s dreams ultimately represents a part of the self. If she’s recovering from something, Rafa could represent the part of her that knows she needs to be more patient (and take things seriously) in order to recover and achieve her dreams.”

How awesome is that? I’ve been a Freud skeptic ever since having to read about Dora and her damn reticule in school, but this analysis is pretty persuasive to me. (I’ve had some really interesting dreams lately, including one in which I accidentally discover that Trump and Hosni Mubarak (who faked his death) are plotting global domination. I wonder if Beth has a good Freudian read on that?)

As for the Jungian analysis of my Rafa dream, it’s true that I’m still dealing with some shoulder issues and wondering if I’m causing more damage by playing tennis. But where’s the fun in that interpretation? This is why Freud got invited to all the parties while Jung sat home with his cat.**

Not to quibble, but I did notice Beth didn’t opine on whether Rafa might want me. Maybe you have to be a paying client to get self-serving dream interpretations.

Many thanks to Beth for her insight and for allowing me to share it. All joking aside, it really is fascinating.

And thank you, Kathy, for forwarding my blog to other tennis fans! Always appreciated! 😊🎾

**said the woman sitting next to her cats and typing a blog post on a Friday night.

My Mysterious Rafa Dream

If you’ve been paying attention to this blog, you know I have a celebrity crush on Rafa. (Every marriage establishes its own set of rules. In mine, I’m allowed one celebrity crush. My husband isn’t allowed any.)

So maybe it isn’t surprising that Rafa appeared in my dream last week. Sounds hot, right? Alas, as with so much in middle age, it turned out to be a major disappointment.

Here’s what happened: A friend and I buy tickets to a tennis tournament. For some reason—covid, maybe?—few people are in attendance. We score courtside seats in rickety metal bleachers, looking right along the baseline where Rafa is playing.

A ball rolls to the side of the court nearest me. There isn’t a ball kid in sight, so I decide to be helpful. I stand up, and it’s here that we get our first good look at what I’m wearing: a floppy pink hat, shorts intended for a much younger person, and orange flip-flops. I climb down from the bleachers as gracefully as one can in flip-flops and a big hat and noisily flap my way over to the ball. I toss it to Rafa. It’s a terrible toss, much as it would be in real life. It’s way off the mark and dribbling along the ground. Continue reading “My Mysterious Rafa Dream”

Playing the Cyclical Game

Thursdays are match days, which means it’s time for another installment of the always-popular and long-running series, “How I Screwed Up Today and What Big Lesson I Learned.”

In this week’s episode, I was having yet another not very good day on court. Not horrible. Not the worst I’ve ever played. Just too many unforced errors caused by my very lazy feet. Is it possible my feet are aging faster than the rest of me? My brain says “Go!” and my feet are like, “But we just got here!”

Or, “We really need more notice than that.”

Or, “You go on ahead. We’ll catch up.”

(Spoiler alert. They never catch up.) Continue reading “Playing the Cyclical Game”

An Ode to Sore Losers

I hate losing.

I’m sure I’ve said elsewhere in this blog that I don’t care about winning or losing as long as I play well. That sounds good, and it has some truthiness to it. A loss certainly stings less when I’ve done my best to win.

But I still hate losing, and losing when I haven’t played well just plain sucks.

I suffered a loss like that on Thursday. Now it’s Saturday, and here I am still moping about it.

Does that make me a sore loser? Continue reading “An Ode to Sore Losers”

Friday Fashion Face-Off: Worst Dressed at the 2021 Australian Open

Sadly, but fortunately for me, there was no shortage of heinous outfits at this year’s Australian Open. In fact, I had such a surfeit of possible nominees that I had to leave off Serena Williams: Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-Off: Worst Dressed at the 2021 Australian Open”

I’m Right (nyah nyah nyah)

Did you guys use to watch Modern Family? (Liars. You did so.) There was an episode that I think was late in the series, so you may have missed it. In it, Claire and Phil are in the grocery store. An attractive woman approaches Phil, and he turns toward her, in the process knocking Claire over. I think she may have taken out a product display on her way down.

Phil goes home and tells their family about Claire’s humiliating clumsiness. She argues that he pushed her, which he denies. For some reason, the entire family believes Phil’s account, which pisses Claire off.

She proceeds to track down the video from the store’s surveillance camera, which is now archived off site, and have it reformatted to work on her home DVD player. She gathers the family together and shows them the incontrovertible evidence.

AHA!

Instead of apologizing, they ask what the heck is wrong with her that she would go to that much trouble to prove she’s right.

I’m not sure where our sympathies are supposed to lie in this episode, but I’m totally Team Claire. Continue reading “I’m Right (nyah nyah nyah)”

Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Woman, Australian Open 2021

It’s the second Friday of the Australian Open, time for the women to face off with their fashion.

Surprisingly, I had a tougher time finding three worthy nominees among the women than I did among the men. In fact, I’m not 100% sure all three of these nominees are worthy. No doubt you’ll let me know if one of these ladies shouldn’t be here. Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Woman, Australian Open 2021”

Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Man, Australian Open 2021

Jeepers, is it already the first Friday of the Aussie Open? That came up on us fast. In fact, in Melbourne, they’re well into Saturday, so I guess technically I’m late.

I’m pleased to report we have a decent crop of candidates for best-dressed man. As you know, at some slams, it’s slim pickings. (If you’re looking for some covid-safe fun tonight, “At some slams, it’s slim pickings” makes an excellent tongue twister.) Continue reading “Friday Fashion Face-off: Best-Dressed Man, Australian Open 2021”

On GOATs and STOATs

The Australian Open is officially underway, which means Fashion Face-offs are right around the corner. A concerned reader advised me to write a couple of “warm-up” posts before tackling the face-offs. I guess it’s been so long I might hurt myself. So here’s a nice, gentle stretch of a post to ease back into things…

Last night was kind of crazy, wasn’t it? The Super Bowl and the Australian Open starting at the same time. It was hard to know what to watch—there were a lot of GOAT storylines between those two events. Continue reading “On GOATs and STOATs”

December Challenge: The Racquet Toss

You know what we haven’t done in a while? A monthly challenge. We are long overdue.

Only it’s been a rough year, and I don’t want to burden myself with lofty and time-consuming goals. I want something quick, easy and fun. Like throwing my racquet.

Supposedly, serving is like throwing. Which makes sense because I can’t throw a ball at all and my serve sucks, too. (I mean, I really can’t throw a ball. When I try to throw a ball for my dog, it goes either straight into the ground or off in a startling direction. My husband always watches in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?” he’ll ask. He finds it hard to believe someone so dangerously uncoordinated actually plays tennis.) Continue reading “December Challenge: The Racquet Toss”

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