Pine Valley 
Summer Day Camp - Swim, Tennis & Platform Tennis Club

An exclusive, privately owned Swim, Tennis Club and Summer Day Camp 
which sits on 14 beautiful acres in a secluded area,
 yet only minutes away from White Marsh Mall.

A Day at Pine Valley is like a Day on Vacation!

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The Best Game: Petanque, by Dave Barry, Knight Ridder/Tribune

I have discovered the perfect sport. You don't have to be in great shape to play it. You barely have to stand. You're thinking golf. Wrong. Compared with the sport I'm talking about, golf is brutal, sometimes forcing you to physically walk 15 feet from your cart to your ball. Whereas the sport I'm talking about involves almost no walking, and little movement of any kind, except for signaling the bartender. The most strenuous part of this sport is pronouncing its name: petanque. Its a French word, roughly pronounced "pay-TONK", but you have to get really nasal on the "TONK". Petanque was invented in 1907 near Marseille, at a bar. It's sort of like boccie, except its played with steel balls, called boules. You keep your feet together and throw your ball underhand, palm down, using a motion that I can ony describe as French. The object is to get your balls closer than your opponents' balls to another little ball, called the point ball. When a team has scored 13 points, its time to go to the bar. I saw petanque played in November on Miami Beach, near the pool bar of the Hotel Riu, which played host to the first-ever U.S. Open Petanque Tournament, sponsered by Barton & Guestier, which sells (surprise!) wine. The tounament was organized by Phillipe Boets, who is the president of Petanque America (website below) although he lives in France, and is, personaly, Belgian. Boets has tried for years to promote petanque in America, but has been hampered by two factors: (1) Americans have, inexplicably, failed to catch Petanque Fever, and (2) the French, being French, don't care. Nevertheless, Boets has a positive attitude. I interviewed him at the bar. "How does a player qualify to compete in the U.S. Open?" I asked. "You pay 15 bucks," he said. Boets noted that this is an excellent time for Americans to take up petanque, because you immediately have a shot at becoming one of the top players in the nation. You could brag about this, and people would be very impressed. ("You play what?") There were 40 teams in the U.S. Open, consisting of 80 players, representing a wide range of ages and genders. They played on the beach, watched by an appreciative crowd that ranged, at times, up to five spectators. Before play began, the competitors were briefed by the head official, Louis Toulon. "If le small ball touch le wood, is no good," he said. "We try to have two games this morning before lunch." After the briefing, Boets pulled Toulon aside and asked him about a petanque situation that Boets swore had come up recently when he was playing. "What happens is a dog runs away with the point ball?" Boets asked. Toulon thought about it. "What you do," he said, "is you shoot the dog." Probably he was kidding. Also on hand was Marco Foyot. He's a large, shaggy, surfer-dude-looking Frenchmen who has won many petanque honors, including the world champioship. He is called "the Michael Jordan of petanque," primarily by himself. In fact, as far as I could tell, the only thing he can say in English is: "I am the Michael Jordan of petanque." He was amazed to witness a petanque tournament on Miami Beach. At one point, he made a sweeping arm gesture encompassing the players, the ocean, the Miami Beach police cruiser parked there in case of, I don't know, a riot by the five spectators, and said: "C'est le planet Mars!" (For the record, this is true of Miami Beach even when they're not playing petanque.) I hung around with Marco for a while, acting as his extremely incompetent interpreter. When tourists would come up and ask what was going on, he invariably instructed me to inform them that he was the world petanwue champion. I am pretty sure that, if alien beings were to land and encounter Marco, the single thing he would most want them to know about the planet Earth is that he is its petanque champion. After a while, Marco gave me a little petanque lesson, and for the record:He is really, really good at it. Wherever you are now, reading this article, Marco could throw a steel ball underhand from wherever he is and hit you on the head. We both realized that, is we had played an actual game, he would of creamed me. So we went to the bar.
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