Good point.

I played some guys from SME in tennis this year, and they were baffled that there was something to do in Manhattan. (We have over 40,000 people here, we're not a hicktown.) One of the guys was kind of a jerk, but he still beat me. (<--totally my doubles partner's fault...) Not to worry, though: I slammed an overhead right into his junk. That's the main reason that tennis is so sweet.