Joe was born a squat, homely lad, in the rocky hills north of Davey, Nebraska. He spent his formative years as a farm implement, which has given his tennis game a John Deere quality. (It is comprised primarily of grease, smoke,rust, and noise. Joe has no forehand, backhand, volley, or serve-but he has a barn big enough to store the team bus. Despite his limitations, and they are legion, he will remain on the team until he gives the keys back. His favorite color is plaid, and his hobby is lying to Jerry about what he did last night.