Papa said there'd be days like this... Hot sun, buckets of balls hit against unmotivated fledgelings, This is living! "I said, Ready position, racquet back... okay" I sound so much like him, I turn around and look for him behind me...
I guess we do always carry our parents with us.
The leader of the band, only my band are naturalists and artists, as I force them to include some physical fitness into their ordinarily Bohemian artistic pursuits, I feel like a bull in the china shop of their dreams.
Mom, I'm not trying to be a tennis player...Okay, I didn't ask you to give up art to pick up a tennis raquet, just for an hour or two to develop the skills. Force feeding...
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