August 17, 2008

You Can Not Be Serious!

Today I did something I haven’t done in at least five years, maybe more.  I played tennis.  Harper and I took on the number one seeded Bobby and Dan.  Dan played in high school and Bobby is about a decade younger than me, so we had our work cut out for us.  So we began.  It was difficult to get that little ball to land in the court, but apparently those are the rules. 

 

We served first and, somehow, won game one.  Then, we won game two.  I think all four of us were kind of confused.  This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.  It’s at this point the match went more the way we all expected it to go.  They won a game.  Then another and another and they kept on winning, taking the first set six games to two.  We then played another set and son of a gun if the Harper and Ed super team didn’t manage to squeak out four games this time.  We had a long rally to win our final game and I think at this point, I turned to Harper and said, “Yeah, I’m happy with the number of games we won.”  He agreed.  Good for us.  So the final score was 6-2, 6-4. 

 

Overall, this was much more enjoyable than I thought it would be.  Tennis doesn’t sound that fun to me and it sucks almost as much as golf does to watch on TV.  But then again, when is the last time I did something even remotely related to physical competition?  Other than the annual teachers versus students basketball game, I honestly can’t remember.  And this is coming from a former gym rat, who played for hours  at a time on average five times a week for most of my career at the nation’s oldest public university.

 

And doubles tennis hid Harper’s poor forehand and my atrocious backhand.  It also gave me a small area in which to move which helped to save my knees.  Dan told me doubles is old man tennis and I don’t think I can argue.  My knees are sore now, and I couldn’t play again tomorrow, but I could do it again – soon.  If I was playing singles, besides becoming more frustrated and not enjoying myself, I would have really done a number on the old leg benders.  Going side to side and front to back is not the best recipe for Ed’s success.  But if you can let me sneak up to the net, it’s a little challenging because I still have quicker reflexes than one might think and this lets me cover ground without moving a lot.  Score!

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