Writings by Sandra Harrison including poetry, essays, fiction, non-fiction; children's literatire.
I like tennis
Not to play, but to watch
Like the battle, the competition and the atmosphere
First watched a tournament on TV when I was a young adult
Can’t remember when I first caught the fever but it’s been decades
Used to watch Chrissy Evert with her stern expressions
Against the more emotional hard-hitting Martina Navratilova
Loved McEnroe, Connors, Borg and then Becker
The tournaments were like huge outdoor theaters in the round
People watch intently what can go on for hours even when its really hot
While two players bang a ball across a single net strung out across a painted court
There’s the clay, the hard courts and the original grass
Remember.it was the sport of kings
They have table tennis and now pickleball
But there is nothing like a tennis match
There is the anticipation
The thrill of watching a single fuzzy ball go back and forth on a court
Whether it is in or whether it is out, the player scores
There are the net cords where the ball can drop on either side
It’s where zero’s don’t exist but love does instead
There’s lots of money at stake with the modern game
Its a game of endurance, lots of sweat and fancy steps