So, I've probably mentioned this before, but I'm coaching tennis this spring. My skills (and I use that term loosely) are rusty at best, and so I've been a little hesitant to demonstrate for the girls. I can show them the mechanics of a forehand, but I'm not terribly eager to jump in and just hit a forehand.
Today we taught the girls to serve. There was no avoiding it, I had to serve. I haven't served a tennis ball in years. The first one, net. The second one, perfect. It was a miracle. Who knew I could play tennis?
2 comments:
how come you're good at everything? punk. can't wait to see you in may.
You go girl!
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