I lost my first game of tennis. To an imaginary person.
My coach is teaching me to serve. She tells me,
“You’re hitting about 20% into the box, you’ll never get to 100% but 70% would be nice.”
I think she’s being generous with the 20%. She tells me,
“We’re going to pretend like this is a real game. You don’t want to give your opponent a point for just standing there so get your serve in the box.”
My first two serves go flying. My coach declares,
“Love – 15. Keep going.”
I try again.
“Love – 30.”
I serve two more.
“Love- 40. Ok, last chance, get this one in.”
My balls go flying.
“And that’s game. You lost.”
|My imaginary friend is definitely wearing this.|