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TENNIS

I tossed the ball high, at its apex I hit it. My twisting service
spun over the net towards the doubles lane and dropped down
into the court. It had been a pretty easy match, and I was
closing on it. He moved off the base line and returned the ball
deep to the opposite side of my court. I took the forehand
and straighten it out; long, down the line. This may be the end
of the point as I moved to center court for a net shot. He’d
been having trouble with his backhand popping the ball up,
and so he did, as I’d expected. I met it with a slight turn of my
body, and without much power blocked it over the net. My
point.

My next serve was hard and flat down the center line. His
return was again deep to center court. From the base line, I
hadn’t had to move to return it again to his backhand. It was
deep, as soon as I hit it I moved to the net. His return was
high and shallow. I waited, as it arrived over my head. This
was it. I wound up like a service. My over head shot the ball
out of his reach for the win. Game…Set…Match.

Tennis anyone? Of course everyone plays this sport. They
have forever. It’s so simple, a ball and racket, and lots of
exercise running around the court. This would be my favorite
sport.

Several blocks up the street were the Fairlington Tennis
Courts. There were three clay courts in front of the
maintenance building. There is lots of clay in Virginia. Mixed
naturally with existing aluminum it became sticky, and slippery

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