I played on the high school tennis team…and I was pretty good if I do say so myself. I’ve got a lot of years of experience under my belt.
That’s why it’s so humbling when your 4 year old daughter tells you in a matter of fact voice and all seriousness “daddy, you need to wait for the ball before you hit it.” We were playing Wii tennis together.
She looks a bit like she’s wielding a light saber in the metropolitan ballet more than making ace tennis moves. Even so, not only is she good, but she’s even figured out the more subtle parts of the game. She’s got the extra fast power serve nailed. It’s amazing the killer court moves she can put on me. She’s also quite competitive and knows the tennis lingo now. “Dad, It’s my turn to serve.” She is a bit confused about all the “love” in the game.
And so I’m a little embarrassed to let you know that I laugh a like Dr. Evil in Austin Powers when I actually win a game…”heh heh heh heh!”. It’s quite an accomplishment for me. My secret? I practice after she’s gone to bed at night. I hope she doesn’t catch me.