I was not even remotely athletically gifted in high school (and really not much has changed since then). So when a friend decided that they would introduce me to tennis in exchange for math tutoring, I figured what could it hurt. She provided me with a racket, strapped on her tennis shoes, and prepared to accomplish the impossible. Now 13 years later I still have the racket (though the Wilson "W" has faded), I have lost contact with the friend, traveled thousands of miles, and learned how to keep the ball in between the lines. Now just to master some speed and, as Brad would say, learn to move my feet.
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