Posts Tagged ‘Wimbledon’
Wimbledon
4 Comments »
July 1st, 2022 Posted 8:23 am
Since a very entertaining Wimbledon is going on – so much fun to watch the best in the world at work – and I myself will be playing later this morning at a level that’s comical by comparison – how about the tennis lesson scene from Thereby Hangs A Tail?
The tall blond guy took a ball from the bucket and hit it to Ganz. Ganz wore white shorts, had skinny legs like sticks. He swung his racquet and hit the ball back. The tall guy let it go by, took out another ball. “Brush up, Shermie, brush up. Spin on the ball, always spin on the ball.” He hit the ball over the net. Ganz swung, this time missing the ball completely. “Brush up but through, up but through, up but through,” said the tall guy, sending over another ball. Brush? I knew brushes, saw none around. Maybe tennis was tougher than it looked, but I didn’t worry about that because a ball came bouncing over in our direction – we were now beside the court – and I snatched it out of the air, and who wouldn’t have, the ball being right there practically saying, “Catch me.” And then – this part was a bit harder to understand – I was on the court, racing toward the net. Up and over: not much of a challenge, tennis nets turning out not to be very high, but still it felt so great, being airborne and all, that I kind of twisted around still up there, if you see what I mean, and landed facing back at the net, and the next thing I knew I was jumping over it again, from the other direction, and, yes! doing the spin move once more, and when I landed this time, somehow with two balls in my mouth now – how had that happened? – I –
“Chet!”
Tags: tennis, Thereby Hangs A Tail, Wimbledon
Posted in Chet The Dog
Wimbledon
95 Comments »
July 5th, 2013 Posted 9:00 am
“What’s the secret of the forehand volley?” Spence says.
“I’d give anything to know,” says Admin.
“And how do you get rid of the feet-in-cement syndrome?”
“Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?”
“Got a match today?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe it will all come together for you.”
“I never give up hope.”
“Good.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Welcome Harley the Hound.
Tags: frustration, tennis, Wimbledon
Posted in Chet The Dog
