Tennis is an amazing sport to play. It requires strength, stamina, sprinting speed, agility, mental acuity, and precise muscle control. It is a demanding sport, which can sometimes result in strains, sprains, pulls, and in my case, scrapes and bruises.
I used to play a lot more often. There were times when I played three times a week, sometimes well until it was too dark to see even the greenest of green tennis balls. I even joined a tennis club one year. These days, I am lucky if I play two times a season. The reasons are murky…involving opponents who have moved and lack of desire to meet new people to play. So, yes, I have to blame myself for some of it.
Today, things were different and I found the opportunity to play, and I was glad for it. And in that game, Today’s Perfect Moment could be found. I might wish it had been a blistering serve for an Ace, which it wasn’t. Instead, it was the perfect backspin drop shot. I wish I could tell you that it takes superhuman talent to pull off a shot like that, but the brutal truth is that it doesn’t. It takes some skill, but mostly it takes faith. Faith that it won’t go crashing into the net. Faith that your opponent won’t just tee up on it and blast it past you. Faith that you can control the ball when so much less of how usually little of your tennis racquet is involved.
I played the shot with faith, and if truth be told, a little desperation. I needed the point to stop my opponent’s momentum. He had won all the games up till that point, and threatened to walk away with the set unopposed.
Sadly, we couldn’t play long as your “ball girl” got tired and cranky. I guess parents underestimate how little children want to watch grownups play.
And yes, the beer and swim after tennis might have been worthy of Perfect Moment honours, but if I did that as often as it’s true, this blog would be called Today’s Perfect Beer Moment.