Sometimes the First Sweater Could be the Right One - 1 minute read
Andrew Todd Eddins walked into an L.G.B.T.Q. tennis party in November 2003 in the Bronx near Yankee Stadium, with some trepidation, or as he put it: “I was like a deer in headlights in tennis gear.”
A week earlier a friend had called him out of the blue saying he had signed them up for the event.
“On my way there my friend called to say he left his sneakers at home,” said Mr. Eddins (left). “He would meet me there later.”
Ivan Jay Hurwitz, one of the hosts at the party sponsored by the Metropolitan Tennis Group, an L.G.B.T.Q. tennis league, quickly noticed Mr. Eddins seemed a little lost.
“We chatted a little bit, and I showed him around,” said Mr. Hurwitz, who then proceeded to play a game himself. As Mr. Eddins awaited his turn to play, he pulled up a chair next to Mr. Hurwitz’s court and cheered him with great enthusiasm.
Source: New York Times
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A week earlier a friend had called him out of the blue saying he had signed them up for the event.
“On my way there my friend called to say he left his sneakers at home,” said Mr. Eddins (left). “He would meet me there later.”
Ivan Jay Hurwitz, one of the hosts at the party sponsored by the Metropolitan Tennis Group, an L.G.B.T.Q. tennis league, quickly noticed Mr. Eddins seemed a little lost.
“We chatted a little bit, and I showed him around,” said Mr. Hurwitz, who then proceeded to play a game himself. As Mr. Eddins awaited his turn to play, he pulled up a chair next to Mr. Hurwitz’s court and cheered him with great enthusiasm.
Source: New York Times
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