The Next Agassi

After reading Ginna's post about her adorable son playing tennis the other day, and then walking past a neighborhood park with tennis courts that were calling my name, I decided to dust off my racket. I haven't played tennis in at least 8.5 years. But, if Bryan and I are going to take advantage of the park, I decided that I better get some practice in so that I don't get trounced.

And, I was really trying to not snack, because I wasn't hungry. Anyway. I went outside and started hitting the tennis ball against the garage (why, yes, I am sure that my neighbors and sweet husband who works from home loved this.) I worked up a little bit of sweat, and was disgusted the next morning when I woke up sore. Yes, playing tennis in my driveway against the garage made me sore. I suppose the garage won. :(

The next day, I decided that I better try again. This meant though that Oldest wanted to play too. I decided that it would be okay to teach him so I started the job. First, I explained about backhands, and stuff. I am certain that all went over his head. He just wanted to hit the ball. So, we practiced by me bouncing the ball to him to hit. I got tired of that and let him have at it against the garage.
Here is my mini-Agassi posing for me in the yard. Please don't notice that the patch on his jeans has a hole in it. Or that he is wearing baseball cleats to play tennis.

I tried really hard to get a shot of him hitting the ball. I missed it every time.

He got up to 4 returns on the garage. He thought that it was wonderful. I wonder when I will get my racket back.