Two weekends ago, both teams left Bates on a rainy afternoon to play Amherst College and Connecticut College. Unlike many tennis programs around the nation, we are lucky enough to take a bus to most of our matches. They are more spacious than vans, you can watch a movie, and we can all ride together, so everyone was looking forward to the drive. That luck I just spoke of, well our luck ran out as soon as we boarded.


The bus, which would be the focal point of the weekend, was not the newest or nicest or most high tech vehicle I have ever been in. It looked as if it was around 25 years old, even though I have no proof except from the design of the 1980’s upholstery inside. Most of the buses we have taken have been automatic shifting, this one was manual and it seemed as if there was going to be trouble shifting in and out of gears from the very beginning. As we headed out of Lewiston, our driver, Wes, was having some problems with the gearshift but we eventually got going on our way to Massachusetts. We arrived at our hotel on Friday night with our focus directly on the Amherst teams we were facing the next day.


It was cold and windy as the women took to the sea of courts that is the Amherst tennis complex. The Amherst women are one of the top teams in the country every year and had just completed a successful spring break trip to California. We knew taking them down would not be easy as they are a veteran team with a lot of big match experience under their belts. With fans and players alike struggling to stay warm under the grey sky, the Amherst women took the early 3-0 lead after doubles. As short rain delays continued, the Cats played with great focus and determination to not let the conditions bother them. It was great to see four of our first year players getting experience against a very solid team. Meg, Brooke, Elizabeth, and Maria contributed in singles and learned a great deal. It was not meant to be for the Cats on this day, and the women happily found refuge from the elements in our “trusty” bus as the men took to the courts.


Just like the Amherst women, the Amherst men are national contenders every year with a team that has enough players to play two team matches in a day. This would be a good test for our men who had not lost since the beginning of the season. For those of us who had been apart of the women’s match, we didn’t think it could get any colder but the wind picked up causing the temperature to drop. The doubles was an absolute battle of mental toughness, as each player had to worry about the wind on every movement of the ball. As chairs were blowing onto courts left and right, the Cats got down 2-0 early losing at #2 and #3 doubles. As Ben and Amrit played their longest match of the season both teams watched on knowing how important this third doubles point was. After several nerve-racking and exciting points, the Cats duo came through big to win it in a tiebreak 9-8. The decision was made to move to the indoor facility at Hampshire College since the Amherst indoor courts aren’t suitable to play a match on.
The Hampshire courts would not be as friendly as we hoped, but we did have several solid performances. Ben lost 6-4 in the third set at #1 and Max lost with the same score in the third at the #3 spot. We played with much more composure and maturity than we did in our last loss, understanding that this was a step forward even though it was a hurtful loss.
As we all hustled to board the bus so we could get to dinner and eventually to Connecticut College so Ryan could see his Tar Heels play and continue their march towards a national championship, we heard that familiar sound of the gears grinding while Wes tried to shift. Since we eventually got on the road the previous night, most of us thought this part of the journey would be no different. The only thing different about this part was we only traveled 100 yards before the bus would no longer go. Kind of a big difference. So there we were, stuck on the campus of Hampshire College at 8 o’clock at night, with nothing to do but wait until the bus company could bring us a new bus from over two hours away.


This was not the ideal way most of us wanted to end a long, frustrating day of tennis, and I would expect most teams to complain and gripe about being stuck in this situation. The Cats were different, they found ways to entertain themselves and make the most out of it. Food was an obvious concern, so a call was made out to a local pizza place, asking them if they could deliver 11 pizzas to the “Bus that is not moving.” Our hunger was satisfied an hour later when a tower of pizza boxes made their way into the crippled bus. The pepperoni slices even seemed to help crack the first smile on the face of Wes. After dinner, some Cats slept, others used the time to explore Hampshire College. The rest gathered around Coach Gastonguay to hear stories of bus trouble that previous Bates tennis teams had experienced. Now these current Cats would have their own story to tell.


At around 11pm, our new bus arrived, and what a grand site it was. This was the way to travel in style, with a spiral staircase to greet you as you entered, clean smelling air, and practically a TV for every seat. So we left Wes and Hampshire College behind as we headed on our two-hour drive to New London, CT. It was as if we were driving on air the whole way there and once we arrived at the hotel it was straight to the rooms for some much needed sleep. Each Cat dreaming tomorrow would have to be better than the day that would never end. And we all thought Sunday was until we crossed back into Maine….