For those of you that don't know me, I have always loved sports. And I have to say that I was always able to hold my own in just about any sport. My favorite was of course volleyball, but growing up it was soccer and I also went through a tennis stage.
My tennis career started in South America but extended into my later teaching years. I coached tennis both at Lakeland Highlands and Southwest Middle School. But, my favorite time with tennis was when my cousin Doyle and I use to play. We had so much fun. We would watch Wimbledon, and the US Open and one time we even went to see Martina Navratilova and I think it was Andre Agassi play in Tampa. But, my all time favorite story is when we were playing at Kelly Rec one day and my friend Charla stopped by to watch us. Neither of us was all that great, but she happened to show up at just the right time when we were "on." We played our hearts out, trying to make her think we were really good. I mean you would have thought that we were Martina and Andre. We ran for every ball and like to have killed ourselves. We were so glad when she left, so we could sit down and catch our breath. Anyway, I said all that to say...
Awhile back my friend Lynn came to visit us. She stayed with us most of the time but, since we had a construction team here that Todd had to work with, she took Nathan and me to an all inclusive resort for a couple of days. Because we are residents here, I was able to get the local Jamaican price.
Nathan of course loved all the activities the resort had to offer. But everytime we walked by the tennis courts, he wanted to play. The resort offered a mini-clinic with a tennis pro for kids. So, before we left he attended the clinic and did quite well.
Waiting in line for his turn with the pro.
Receiving instruction from the pro.
Nice shot.
More instruction.
Another good shot.
He really enjoyed playing tennis. With so many kids, he didn't get to play a whole lot but he still got a taste of playing. After one kid hit the ball over the fence, he thought that he should be able to do that as well. When he hit one ball that just hit the fence he said, "Oh man, it almost went over." Maybe after football is over we can explore getting some tennis lessons.
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WELL... Me and Doyle were professional ballroom dancers, so there!! (I did not hide Holli's shoes, while practicing behind Uncle Olans projector TV)
Oh, Lord! I haven't heard about the ballroom dancers. Do share with us. A video would be great, too!
April can always pull a new one out of her mental archive. Come to think of it, I may have witnessed the professional ballroom dancers. Was that during Doyle's drum major days?
I miss my boy! A closeup shot would be nice, sister.
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