Birthday... tennis... revelation

I played tennis with my buddy Mickey (No, not the mouse). We used to spar quite a bit way back when (since college), until I partially torn lateral humeral epicondylitis about a year ago. I took twelve months off to let my elbow heal. I started playing again about month ago, even though I still suffer discomfort every time I play.

Mickey and I decided to play to celebrate me getting older (my birthday was September 11). We played with an all out intensity. Trying to beat each other and for the bragging right that was twelve months over due.

My serves were working well. Got about seventy percent of those in and setting up a comfortable “put away shots” after short rallies.

We played for an hour, with no easy shot for one another. And at that point it was 5-5 and we hold our serves. But the moment it hit that hour mark, my wheels came lose on me… I could not chase down the balls… even though the shots were there but I just could not get there. He held his serve and then broke mine to win by 7-5.

I hate feeling old. I really hate feeling old.