Tennis

My tennis clinic is going swimmingly. I am the best player, by far. Mind you, this is an introductory clinic for those who have never held a racket before while I started playing at age 8 and was an avid high school hitter. Of course, I haven't picked up a racket in almost ten years.

My racket, in protest, continues to emit black flecks from its original rubber wrapping. The strings are taut as ever but I need to get it re-wrapped.

My instructor, Blake, was dazzled by my game and at one point instructed a fellow player to watch my swing and mimic it. I am great at keeping to things I'm good at...I suppose it's human nature. Screw competition, give it to me easy.