Tennis, Not Just a Game

The game of tennis has been a thread that runs through my last 61 years. I learned the game on a clay court in Alabama in the summer of 1959. The forehand felt like my baseball swing, in other words, familiar. It was the beginning of a love for the game that has never waned.

In high school, med school and in my pathology residency it was an anxiety neutralizer. By my late 20s and early 30s it made for good times with the women I dated.

Then I met a woman who actually loved the game. She played in my weekly doubles foursome and attended a tournament with me on our second date. Our first date was a tennis date.

We are still avid tennis fans 43 years later. I saw her this morning at breakfast and she’s just as beautiful as the day we met.