We’re the ones running the Thursday evening session.
The tennis is the easy part. Making the tennis fun is the work: pairing people so nobody gets flattened 6–0, keeping every court busy, making sure the same two friends don’t play each other all night.
We did it on paper, then a group chat, then a spreadsheet with formulas we didn’t really trust. It was hard work every single week, and it worked — until forty minutes before the first serve, when two players drop out, someone brings a colleague, and the whole draw has to be rebuilt by hand while everyone stands around with a racket asking which court they’re on.
That’s the moment Turnale is built for. You say what changed, in a sentence, the way you’d say it to a friend — and the draw, the courts and the standings sort themselves out before anyone finishes warming up.