Tennis

In this house, tennis courses through our veins. My husband has had a love for tennis for much of his life. He played in high school and into college. He may or may not have shed a tear when Andre Agassi retired. He continues to have a passion for the sport and that has been passed on to our son.  My son spends his summers playing three hours of tennis a day.   He did his 4th grade wax museum project on Roger Federer. I’m always amazed at how far a tennis player can push themselves. We have had several toenails lost, many sun burns, extreme fatigue, victories and losses all in the name of tennis. 

One of my favorite times of the year is getting to watch my son and husband play family doubles together in the city rec tennis tournament. It is always such a fun night to see families out, playing together, competitively or not.  They are my pride and joy to root for.

This year they were consolation champions and were unofficially voted best dressed duo. 

“It’s no accident, I think, that tennis uses the language of life. Advantage, service, fault, break, love, the basic elements of tennis are those of everyday existence, because every match is a life in miniature. Even the structure of tennis, the way the pieces fit inside one another like Russian nesting dolls, mimics the structure of our days. Points become games become sets become tournaments, and it’s all so tightly connected that any point can become the turning point. It reminds me of the way seconds become minutes become hours, and any hour can be our finest. Or darkest. It’s our choice.” – Andre Agassi
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