Except playing on har-true clay tennis court, the ball moves rather slow, plenty of time to get in position, hit a solid shot, anywhere on the court, passing on either side. I can't remember the score, I do know that he was no longer the club champ after that match.
Tennis was the outlet, from the world, combing physical athleticism, hand-eye coordination, foot speed, ball control, endurance, stamina and of course competition. Only problem, it's also a game that's played within the head.
Sometimes winning matches after tremendous deficit, other times, losing to players of half the skills. On the court, you depend on yourself, sometimes the self is against you, many times actually.
Another match, singles, against a well respected player, at first our match didn't mean much, until our teams were tied 2-2, with our match to determine the outcome, if they advanced to the next round, in another city.
We split sets, in the heat of the afternoon, there were plenty of people in the stands, cheering, the level of play went up, I didn't get tired back then. With each winner, applause. After the grueling match, opponent had no energy left, we went to a drinking establishment for refreshments, hero for a day. One guy wanted to take me on tour, said we could clean up, since I had no weakness on the court. Except, sometimes you're on the court all alone, nobody in the stands, rooting you on. Sometimes you don't win.
I stopped playing shortly afterwords. Took some time off. About 10 years.
Tennis is a great sport. Sometimes we win. Sometimes we lose. Sometimes I act like I don't remember. She acts like she don't care.