Saturday, November 26, 2005
As I swung my Prince racket for the nth time and failed to connect with the ball as cleanly as I wanted to, it dawned on me that I truly wanted to learn the sport.
For as long as I can remember, I've been watching tennis played on television. I've seen greats like Andre Agassi, Pete Sampras, Boris Becker, Goran Ivanisevic, up to the present great Roger Federer. I've become familiar with the terms forehand, backhand, volley, drop shot, Wimbledon, and the like. I always thought it was easy to learn. A few practices here and there, a few balls everyday, and that was that. I could be like them.
What the hell did I know.
The truth is, tennis is so freaking hard. I have the wrong timing. I manage to hit the ball not at the center, but at the absolute lower side of the racket. I've probably embarassed myself in front of countless people every time I play. What's more frustrating is that everyone seems to get it except me. I could probably give up right now and go back to my home that is basketball, but I don't think I want to leave everything behind just yet.
I want to learn. I want to feel the rush of hitting that tennis ball up and over the net. I want to play and be good at this. This is something I'm actually willing to toil over. Pretty soon I'll be fit, and all ready to take anyone on.
Lawn tennis is the new challenge.
loved // Deens // 5:55:00 AM
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