We almost started playing tennis!
I say almost because the primary activity is really sprinting after foul balls before the labradoodle gets to them.
Blissfully unskilled
We have no idea how to play tennis and haven’t bothered to look up the basics. However, we are getting great exercise by lobbing the ball across the court and attempting to beat Ingrid to it.
The dogs are a bit of a distraction on the court since Ingrid thinks that we are playing a really unfair game of fetch. We haven’t barreled over her yet, but she has mugged us a few time for the tennis ball.
I love that we have tennis courts in the neighborhood, but I wish the courts weren’t right next to the highway. One strong wack can send a ball over the highway barrier and into traffic. (That may have happened once.) We didn’t hear any crashing noises or see any smoke, so I assume everything is okay.
Just don’t start calling me Mr. Agassi yet.
1 Comment
Miami, Minnesota, and Dallas: How I spent my 20's
August 8, 2017 at 12:06 pm[…] in the gayborhood was full of good friends, dogs (with questionable manners), tennis and brunch. But my love affair with the gayborhood started to wane around the time that I moved […]