Even Tennis Can Be Embarassingly Dumb

This is really dumb. When I was in high school my friend and I enjoyed our P.E. class because it meant we got to put on our cute-sie little tennis outfits and leave campus for lessons at the local tennis courts.

Looking as "cute" as ever, my friend and I decided to stay on at the courts after our class was dismissed, mainly because the two guys we were crushing on at the time showed up to play tennis. They were cute and tan and one of them was a tennis instructor so we liked to ask him for help and appear stupid about tennis so he'd pay attention to us. It's a ploy us girls know how to use to our benefit. heh, heh.

Well, my friend and I were playing a second match and getting kind of tired but we did our best to show off our skills when we thought the boys were watching. I had a new aluminium racket - the kind that has a forked yoke below the boing-y part where the ball usually hits and is sent over the net. That yoked part of the racket is the cause for my embarrassment...

Glancing out of the corner of my eye I noticed the boys were looking our way so I worked myself up for the serve of all time. I wanted the tennis instructor to be impressed by my serve, one of the things he showed me how to do on one of my playing dumb days.

I lifted my new racket and tossed the ball high in the air and took an excellent swing at it to land it exactly where the ball needed to be to insure a difficult return by my friend. The racket made contact with the ball and I opened my eyes to see if it did indeed land right where I planned it to (I used to close my eyes for some reason whenever I hit the ball) and kept looking and waiting and waiting for the ball to hit ground.

I was puzzled as I noticed my friend across the net from me laughing so hard she was bent over and holding her stomach. I looked all over the court for the ball which made my friend - and the cute boys - laugh even harder. She kept yelling, "Oh, stop! You're going to make me laugh so hard I'll wet my pants right here!"

I was stunned, searching still for the ball, trying to figure out what the heck happened to it and why these people were laughing so hard.

I just happened to glance at my racket and there, lo and behold, was my ball... Stuck smack dab in the forked yoke of the racket. It never left my side of the court!

I know I must have turned fourteen shades of red and maybe plaid too because everyone laughed even harder when they saw that I finally found the ball.

That 's just one more day in my life as a teenage girl who tried too hard to impress the opposite sex with her "coolness".

ugh.

cyndi age 49