The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Tennis Stuff

My head is pounding. Allergies. I need a Claritin. I’m glad it didn’t bother me while I was on court. Henry and Jeffery popped their heads into my office around 4:30.

“Can you hit?” Henry asked. I had told them to get me next time they went out on court.

“Sure.” Never passing up an opportunity to practice my LHBH. I snatched up my contact lens and tossed them in. Autumn was supposed to be here by 5:30. I’d have an hour.

Henry forgot his tennis shoes. I looked down. He was wearing what appeared to be athletic shoes to me. Brand new ones too. Too good for the tennis court. So, he said, he’d feed me and Jeffery balls. Fine by me. At least my inability to play well would not be so underscored.

Turns out, I had little to worry about. Jeffery is a new player. Like I think he picked up a racquet two hours ago. Bless his heart.

I went to school with Jeff. I don’t remember him - we had over one thousand students in our graduating class. He lived in NYC doing something in theatre. Macon, he tells me has no theater. Try telling that to the folks at the Macon Little Theater.

For some odd reason, he was here in Macon for the summer, and will soon be on his way to Charleston, SC. Going to school again, something in theater.

I had a blast though . Giving us a cardio workout, Henry made us run. I kept bending my elbow more than I should. But I hit okay. Had lots of nice hard low shots. Not sure if my form was on, but at least I was making contact. Better than the last time I was out there.