Do I know and do I care ?- well sort of.... I see Rudeski, Henman and Murray not forgetting the William's twins and wonder what happened to the old crowd... The ones I was forced to watch for 2 weeks every year in the summer of my youth.
Names like, Borg, MacEnroe, Billy Jean King.. Why does the tennis of that age seem so far away ? I look back to that time with grunts and failed serves as if I was looking back to the beginning of the world.. This was a time before computers and shall we say electronic lines men... Would that song chalkdust sound any different now? The balls bleep, there is no chalkdust as now we use laser lines.. It is all virtual netting, virtual grunts and groans and virtual players. And what is an Umpire ? Does she mean Cliff ?
Actually for some reason I do care about it, but not for the reasons of the game itself but for the memories it invokes.. A time of innocence, of long hot summers. Where I played in the garden hearing the sound of real people grunting their worth and the sound of the rackets and the balls colliding with such momentum that dreams where created in perfect rythm and time all whilst I beat MacEnroe on swingball.
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