Nothing Like Playing Tennis in the Summer
posted on 8 February 2011 | posted in
Construction and Industrial
My favorite season is summer. While others believe wintertime, a time of festivities and holiday cheer, is the best season out of the four, in my opinion, summer takes that top spot. It is the perfect time to spend outdoors, doing what you love. In my case, doing what I love is playing a nice, friendly game of tennis with my friend.
I first got into the sport when my dad bought be one of those velcro bats - the ones where you throw the ball onto and it sticks to it. From such innocent beginnings, I took up the sport and now play when I can.
Walking out onto the tennis court with my bag over my shoulder and a clear, blue sky over my head, the only thing I can think of is I can't wait to do this tomorrow, and the next day after that. I say this to myself before the game!. I cannot help it. Such a splendid day, with a cool breeze to counteract the sun's hot rays. Our match gets underway with my racket in my hands and a tennis ball whizzing through the air at forty miles per hour, bouncing off of both of our rackets as we try our best to outmaneuver the other. What starts out as a friendly game of tennis turns into a heated battle as my friend and I swing our rackets, whacking the fuzzy yellow ball over the net. Beads of sweat drop down my face as I play the game I love. The sets pass and I reach match point. I take a deep breath and bounce the ball. I take in a breath of the clean, sweet air and I look up to the cloudless sky where birds are flying freely. I have no doubt that my friend on the other side of the net is getting impatient but he could wait a moment as I take in the picturesque scene before me. I serve the ball and we rally for a bit before I finish the point and game with an overhead. As we give each other commendations on a good game, I ask him whether he is up for another match I could stay out here all day.
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