Just before the pagan Holiday Season started, a friend & I bought tennis rackets to get back into the game...I learned how to play when I was a pre-teen, at a local park that taught lessons on Saturdays.
Part of the fee for the lessons was bringing in a can of tennis balls each week. After about the 6th week into the lessons, my Dad had had enough of buying a can of balls each week. He even rallied some of the other parents one Saturday to protest, and that was the day that about 4 kids (including me) & their parents were told to leave the park and never come back. My Dad & my best friend's father got really nasty & said things to the instructor that basically called him a thief and a loser.
I was so devastated. Here, I finally had a chance to play a real sport that I actually liked & was starting to get pretty good at, but papa's short fuse/anger management issues changed all of that....and that's why I'm gay...kidding.
So, it's been a long time since I actually played, and I have lost all skill & technique that I once had. I've played about three times since early December, and I've fallen in love with it again. If I play on a regular basis, I know that I'll be able to lose some of the baby fat I've been carrying around. I would love to have a tennis player's body, say Andy Roddick....oooh...and a booty like that other tennis player would be nice too....what's that name? Oh right....Serena Williams: