Thursday, July 22, 2010

I think I'm in love...

Well my friends, I think it's safe to say that I've struck gold.

Everyone, hopefully, will get to experience the joy and exultation that I have been blessed with, to feel the immense happiness that comes from finding that one thing that makes them feel complete and whole. For many long years I have searched, and at long last, true love has come into my life.

Now for all of you lucky enough to be reading this, I will now give you glimpse of one of my love's wonderful features.And for those of you who can't get enough, here's another.

If tennis was a woman I would marry her in a heartbeat. This sport has always been a part of my life, and I have always known it was there. However, in the last month it has dominated my life. Some might call it an obsession, some may call it an addiction. After all, the last 4 mornings in a row I've been up at 6 AM to play. This is July. I didn't know 6 AM existed in July.

I call it true love.

Now, some may know that my first love has always been soccer. Since I was 5 we've had a rough and tumble relationship, with many ups and downs and doctors visits.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. "Why have you stayed in such an abusive relationship for so long?" Yes, soccer can be abusive.
I'll be honest, while growing up I thought I was a hotshot soccer player. One of the greatest compliments I would receive during a game is when an opposing team's coach would be continually yelling at his players to cover me. This all came to an abrupt halt one fateful day when the goddess of soccer decided to lay the smack down on my poor little knees. I was shocked, devastated, my dreams of playing high school soccer were dashed to pieces. As in many abusive relationships, after the first slap I was of course in a state of bewilderment, but figured things would still be okay. Unfortunately, that was not the case, and within a year I had to stop playing on organized teams.

I still play soccer recreationally, however that's more of a booty call than a relationship. With tennis I have found new talents and abilities that have been dormant my whole life.

Lately in my matches I've been playing great. Everything has been fluid, my hitting has been smooth, and I've been winning games. I'll be the first to admit, I've been due for a piece of humble pie for quite some time. Luckily my father is a tennis phenom, and he was more than willing to provide me with an experience to drop me down a few notches on the pride ladder. Did I say knock me down a few notches? He ended up kicking me off the ladder and then pushed it on top of me. And he wasn't even trying.

My pride in my tennis skills went from something like this:
To something like this:
I am not ashamed to say that I was pounded into the ground. In fact, I'm proud to say that after 90 minutes of play with father I was able to win a single game. Heck, it's the first time in my life I've gotten a game from him.

All in all, it's been a great time playing tennis and learning new skills. My game is still young, and I'm obviously still a very inexperienced and immature player. But, I'm always looking to play, so if you're up to it just let me know.

My lovely lady tennis and I will be ready for you.


  1. What a romantic love affair. I've always wanted to be good at tennis. I commend thee.

  2. 6 am? Really? Um, you're crazy...