Tuesday, June 21, 2011
In the Name of Love
Some families are football mad, others its baseball or basketball. My grandmother was tennis mad. She would curse like a sailor at the tv if the line judge called something out when it wasn't, or made a bad call. She was the John McEnroe of spectators.
One sport I was always good at was tennis. My aunt taught me to play when I was about 5 or 6, bouncing the ball against the garage door. As I got older, my friends and I would ride bikes to the local tennis courts on Glenn Avenue and spend hours playing in the summer.
I didn't take tennis lessons until I was a teenager at the Sports Mall in Salt Lake City.
My instructor suggested that I sign up for the junior USTA, and then for whatever reason, the lessons stopped.
Now, our tennis is limited to the Wii , so yes, I do still play. The skills are still there, and I still love the game.