Beautiful Day For Tennis

Friday, May 2nd, 2025

One of my Quickest Opponents

It was past 80 degrees and there wasn’t a breath of air. The court was baking and I was cooked, but I still had a few rounds left in my bandolero.

I lined up my serve, knowing that I had not yet unleashed the true power I knew I had at my disposal. My opponent was fast and hadn’t missed a shot that I had made, and he seemed unphased by my skills and spins. But he WAS panting heavily now, and I knew I had him if I could just hit the sideline with my American-Twist serve and follow it up with a ‘slider’ into the other court.

This was my time, and yet another fleet-footed performer was going down for sure before my astonishing skills and power. I cracked the serve as hard as I could, and it did hit the sideline, but my opponent leapt into the air and reached it, forcing me to hit my next serve as a slider as far away from him as I could.

But to my utter amazement, he reached that as well and caught it as if it were a mere puff-ball of a serve.

Damn that dog was good!