Okay, I’ve already been mocked by my wife, so hold your impulses. Keep your judgment, and withhold your scorn. I’ve got a problem. I admit this, but I make no apologies. I’ve become a tennis junkie.
Janel (my wife), you started this. You know that, right? This past January my wife casually mentioned that she wouldn’t mind learning to play tennis so we’d have a hobby that we could do together. It was like sticking an Irishman on a beach. Sparks. Explosion. The fire was lit. Since then I’ve become a ravenous tennis-fiend, and I can’t get enough. I like to play, but none of my buddies play tennis, save one. Thus, I go and hit the ball against the stinkin’ wall at the court once a week, pining for a tennis partner. My wife is sick of hearing about tennis; she just hasn’t caught the bug.
Now the obsession has escalated one more level: I am not only obsessed with playing tennis, but now watching tennis. My wife flew out Saturday morning to spend a week in Phoenix with a good friend, and so I knew that I’d just get depressed and lonely if I sat around the house all day. It was while contemplating my bleak fate that the plot thickened: I thought, “Hey, you know that there are three major ACC universities in your area, right? The little woman (who hates tennis) is out of town, and so you’re free to go enjoy!” With that revelation in mind, I spent Saturday afternoon at NC State University in Raleigh at the women’s match against Virginia. Hard metal bleachers, sunburn. It was awesome! Not to be satisfied, I again had the tennis itch on Sunday when before church I realized, “Hey, I wonder if anybody is playing today?” A quick check of the internet and behold, the Duke University women’s team was slugging it out with Maryland. Sunday afternoon was spent in high style at Duke, who has a tennis stadium complete with real chairs (not those dreadful bleachers). More sunburn, big smile.
I’m sick. I’ve got issues. But I’m happy. Go Devils!
I seem to remember you bringing up tennis first, just so we have this straight.
I’m sorry, Janel. We tried to have an intervention of sorts for him on the other blog, but he just won’t listen. I think he revelling in his rebellion from the social norm.
I love my inter-continental, slightly cosmopolitan flavor.
He has already mentioned plans to spend his Easter break in Cary watching the ACC tourney.
Woah, this IS an intervention, isn’t it?
Drew… we love you. Please come back to us. You’re not the same. This obsession is destroying your family and friends.