You name the sport and I can probably watch it. Some people prefer recorded drama in tv shows and movies. I prefer seeing the action unfold. In that sense, I've watched many tennis matches: Agassi, Safin, Federer, Nadal. I even remember that while growing up I used to catch the occassional Jimmy Connors match.
But seeing it on tv is not same as playing. Sandra has been taking lessons for a while and invited me to hit the court some time. Back in high school, I recall a friend trying to get me to play and I was bad...very bad. Of course, my memory might not haven't stored everything properly (teenage years tend to bring along their own heightened sense of insercurites about one's self), but it seems like I can actually hit the tennis ball these days.
We have been playing some singles at a few outdoor courts at the local community college and it's been a blast. I really enjoy running all over to hit the little tennis ball. On Friday, I got my first taste of doubles action at the place where Sandra get lessons and that was good too.
I have the itch to play and we invited my friend Mike and his wife Laura for a doubles match on Sunday. Despite the humid mid-80s day, whacking the ball around was fun. And the tennis was competitive. Mike hadn't played much and Laura hadn't played a lot in while. Still, the two of them played us to a 4-4 tie before the skies opened up and dropped a brief yet thoroughly soaking deluge on us.
Match over.
Though I'm ready to pick up where we left off. My serve. 30-Love.
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