Dear Tennis

How do I even begin? How many hours have you offered me inspiration, pleasure the joy of victory and agony of defeat? When one of the grand slam tournaments begin, I take a deep dive —hours and hours of tennis in the background while I get stuff done. It’s full immersion. Sometimes the handshake at the end of a match has me in tears, either because of the camaraderie and friendship or the obvious mockery and disdain that (only a few) of the players might have with each other. I like that 30,000 can be at a sporting match yet the stands are silent during play, and uproarious when an exquisite point has been played. I get to witness skills unmatched by some of these players. I can’t even believe you hit the ball, let alone got it in, and often with unbelievable precision. Thanks for letting my mind drift from the difficult topics of the world and celebrate the skills that only these top level athletes can muster up!