I’m a little disturbed as to how much sports I actually watch now on TV and outside of my house. I can now identify Eli Manning on the Giants and a variety of baseball players on the Mets. Even more alarmingly, I actually understand how innings and scoring operates in baseball. (I blame Husband for all of this.) But the sport that I’m beginning to love is tennis — dude, U.S. Open, the way those people play, tennis is a beautiful, and Roger Federer is beautiful. I have even gone to his web site, so you know I’ve reached a new level of sad.
Husband thinks I might be taken with tennis because I played on Varsity in high school — not that being Varsity was impressive at my school. Some people, like my pal Alex, actually had talent, but someone like me got through b/c no one else was around. I was like the girl who would scream the “s” word at the top of her lungs as I ran for shots that felt as far away as another coast. So not fitting in the kind of gentrified world of the courts, so not a sign of the disciplined mind that you need to compete.
As we watched Federer trounce his opponent recently, I told Husband my special shot was to let the ball bounce twice before I hit it. What can I say, I’m a little lazy.