Have you all forgotten me? I've been busy, I guess. But I need to write today.
This morning when I went to play tennis it was a chilly 50 degrees outside. I tried to be tough and not wear a jacket but I just couldn't do it. I took one and was glad I did.
But the reason I am writing is to tell you about Woody. Woody, is a guy we saw playing tennis today. He was an older gentleman who was playing on the next court over with 3 other pals. They were pretty good (but they seemed to ignore the baseline because every serve they hit was a foot fault). Anyway, when we were stopped I would glance over and watch Woody. He did pretty good. And pretty soon I was amazed, actually at how good he played.
I didn't even know Woody. Never noticed him before. He was really just an ordinary player except for one thing.
HE WAS PLAYING WITH AN
This morning when I went to play tennis it was a chilly 50 degrees outside. I tried to be tough and not wear a jacket but I just couldn't do it. I took one and was glad I did.
But the reason I am writing is to tell you about Woody. Woody, is a guy we saw playing tennis today. He was an older gentleman who was playing on the next court over with 3 other pals. They were pretty good (but they seemed to ignore the baseline because every serve they hit was a foot fault). Anyway, when we were stopped I would glance over and watch Woody. He did pretty good. And pretty soon I was amazed, actually at how good he played.
I didn't even know Woody. Never noticed him before. He was really just an ordinary player except for one thing.
HE WAS PLAYING WITH AN
ANTIQUE WOODEN TENNIS RACQUET!!!
Wow! I haven't seen one of those things in action for decades. It looked tiny compared to the newer larger heads - but he was holding his own fairly well.
Just wanted you to know he will forever be remembered in my mind as: Woody.
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Woodie's racket. Probably used it forever. I'm checking in to a tennis guru here.....we'll see
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