"Avoir du bol"

In early December, I was playing tennis with my friends and I hit a shot that clipped the net, dribbled over and quickly died winning Patrick and me a key point in our never-ending battle versus Jacques and Julien.  Jacques was quick to yell "Tu as du bol!!"  I was just as quick to flash my standard look of no comprehension whatsoever.  Patrick explained to me that Jacques was letting me know, as only Jacques can, that I was ever so lucky.  A couple of months later, we were in Avignon at a friend's place for dinner and I used the expression.  My friend went on to explain one of the possible origins of the expression.  The literal translation is "you have a bowl" so Claude explained to me that when food was scarce to have a bowl with something to eat was indeed lucky. Claude went on to explain that that was just one possible origin and that there are many others. Knowing Jacques as I do, I wouldn't be surprised if he thought the origin was a little more colourful than that.

I thought that I would open this post with this anecdote as I just got back from a tennis tournament in the South-West of France and for the whole weekend, I definitely felt that I not only had a bowl, but it was overflowing with goodwill.

In January, I let my good friend François know that I was interested in playing in some tennis tournaments in France before returning home.  François immediately organized getting me registered as a French player associated with the Antibes tennis club and he then signed me up for two tournaments in May.

Time then flew by as it is wont to do and before I knew it, I was piling into the club van with six other members of the Antibes Wheelchair Tennis Club for the eight-hour journey to make our way to Ossun in SouthWest France near Lourdes.

We arrived in Ossun around 5 pm and when I saw the lobby I knew that I was in for a special weekend.

I have participated in four tournaments in Canada and each one had 5-8 players and we formed a small side bracket to a much larger able-bodied tournament.  For this tournament, there was a total of 30 disabled participants organized into five different pools.  We were all staying in the same hotel and I felt that I was part of a very unique event.  I spoke with one of the organizers of the tournament and the tournaments origins are really something.

There aren't any wheelchair tennis players in this area.  This fact amazes me.  It turns out that in 2002, a member of the Juillan Tennis Club thought that it would be a good idea to offer a tournament for disabled athletes.  Realizing that it would be a difficult thing to pull off as a small community, they reached out to the neighbouring villages to see if any other clubs were willing to help them.  The villages of Azereix, Ossun and Louey all agreed to join with Juillan, and in 2005 the idea that was proposed 3 years earlier came to fruition and the first tournament was held.  I was a part of the thirteenth tournament and I was incredibly impressed.  The tournament is run by thirty-five volunteers and all weekend anytime I needed anything I just had to look for a blue bandana-clad volunteer and my needs were met.  I was even offered a glass of rosé before my first match (the competitive me declined it of course!!)

Volunteers were everywhere.  It was amazing to be part of an event that had such goodwill towards a group of dedicated wheelchair athletes.

On to the tennis.  In my first match, I faced a pleasant man from Marseille.  Frank is missing his left leg, so he joked that we could share a pair of shoes.

Frank and I had a great match and I eventually ended up winning 6-4, 2-6 and 6-4.  I often struggle with stress and negative self-talk during matches and this match was no different as I had many moments of self-doubt.  At one point though, I looked up and saw the snow-capped Pyrenees in the distance, heard a distant church bell chime and I said to myself "What are you stressed about Barry? " I took a deep breath, made sure to enjoy the moment and recognized how fortunate I was to be playing tennis at that particular moment.  With a renewed emphasis on just having fun, I finished up my match with Frank.  I then headed back to the main tennis complex at Azereix for lunch and once again the setting for the tournament reminded me how blessed I was.

The L'église d'Azereix is located just beside the town hall.

The tennis courts in Azereix with the church in the background.

Just beside the tennis courts is an ancient lavoir, or washing station, that dates from the middle ages.  

Looking back to the Pyrenees from the tennis courts.  This view reminded me a lot of our countryside in Mission.

I ended up losing my second round match to my good friend Alex and he went on to win the tournament.  In doubles, Patrick and I lost our first round match, but by that time I was in such good spirits from such a wonderful weekend, the score really didn't matter.

Patrick had an interesting Friday evening as he went for a quick stroll prior to dinner.  He was looking at RV's in a sales lot just beside the hotel and while he was perusing the stock on the lot, the saleslady closed the lot and locked Patrick in.  

Poor Patrick locked up.

After 90 minutes of incarceration, Patrick was liberated by the owner of the lot.  However, not without some drama beforehand,  as the lock securing Patrick's imprisonment had been damaged during his first escape attempt so it no longer worked.  The owner brought out the big armoury though and cut him loose.

The lock was no match for this tool.

Patrick rolling out to his freedom was a relief to all of us.

Patrick survived his ordeal none the worse for wear, but I am pretty sure that the video of his exploits was trending in Antibes over the weekend.  He jokingly told me later, with a smile on his face, that the business needed a sign saying "Unaccompanied Disabled Persons not Allowed"

The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch and I thoroughly enjoyed all of the great moments shared with my teammates and the volunteers.  I can't wait to head back to the South for this weekend's tournament in Perpignan.

The support of the community was incredible.  The local band came out on the final day and played while all of the participants made their way to the court for the presentation ceremony.

The four semi-finalists of my pool with Alexandre holding the trophy that he won.

The participants and the volunteers.