I woke up about 3:30 in the morning on Monday thinking about it ... I've only been playing for three years and the tournament has so much history and tradition. I was a little anxious about teeing it up.

Rosemary played great. My heart rate was racing the entire match, but she did a nice job talking to me and calming me down ... She was a very soothing partner and it feels good to have their first match under our belts and come out with a win.

It was an adventure at times, but it ended up being a really good match ... We had some rough holes, but we hung in there and came away with a nice win. Amanda played pretty well. She's going to be fine once she loses those first-tournament jitters.

She wants to as quickly as possible go back to California, confer with her attorney and fight this case.

It just didn't match the fact that he had just fallen down the stairs.

Yeah, but what can you do? Everything is in God's hands - and the firefighters.

The evacuation part? It's hard because I don't know what's happening to the house up there.

It's my dad's house...There's a lot of things in there ... I've heard that my friend is still up there protecting his house. It's just hard. Look at how we're sleeping.

Though our experiment might not pass muster with a social scientist, the results present fascinating and fun insights about the American population.

I want to be back there among the cats and the dogs and the pigs and the goats.

The Gershwin's Porgy and Bess.

Ain't Nobody's Business if I Do.