I am seriously bummed right now.
I’d been looking forward to taking summer tennis lessons here at Stanford for so long. I loaded up on adidas Clima-Cool shirts, capris, and caps and I even shelled out for Wilson tennis shoes and a pretty adidas racquet backpack. But yesterday, at what was supposed to be the first class, the instructor informed us that about 50 people signed up for a 30-student class so he had to kick 20 off, starting with community memebers and staff. Great.
What really annoyed me was that half of these kids didn’t even want to take tennis. They were just there because they got kicked off their first choice class or it was the only class that fit into their schedule. A few of them were in jeans and sneakers and some were even in flip-flops, for heavens’s sake! And I even overheard a couple of guys asking each other if they had to have racquets. Hel-lo? What were they going to do, use the palm of their had to return the ball?
But the ultimate crusher?
Henman lost to Lopez at the 2nd round of Wimbledon.
Talk about rubbing salt on my open, tennis-related wound.
Excuse me while I go curl up in a dark corner to cry and stuff my face with Ben and Jerry’s.
