Y'all, I just have to share what I find to be the most darling of all of the extracurriculars the PCP has dabbled in - TENNIS! Now, don't get me wrong, the baseball uniforms are totally presh, and seeing him on the field with Honey just melts my heart, but it does like to give me a heart attack each and every time that ball comes hurtling towards the PCP's sweet face / shoulder / head / back / newly healed chin / insert body part here. And, while swimming is certainly a necessary skill, the sweltering heat in that indoor pool makes me feel like the wicked witch and that infamous bucket of water. As far as soccer, hmmm... I'm thinking.... well, I just can't find anything kind in my cold black heart to say about that sport just now... think Saturday mornings in July, running around in a bug filled bog for an hour and fifteen minutes. Yeah, see the problem(s) there?!?!
So back to the sport at hand... TENNIS! Not only is the required preppy attire right up my ally and just as sweet as can be on the PCP, but I can't see how one could possibly suffer any sort of life threatening injury playing this sport. (If you know otherwise, don't enlighten me.) And the club has a perfect little viewing veranda, complete with ice cold water, ceiling fans and comfy chairs, to wait out the hour. I know nothing about tennis, but from my novice eye, it seemed that the PCP showed some promise. And all talent aside, he had the time of his life. As we say around these parts, if you had FUN, you WON!
All in all, I'd say that the tennis thing went much better this second time around. You see, I tried out the sport myself oh, about eleven years ago, for oh, about a week or two. I had a cute coach (this was before marriage gals), a darling outfit and sweet shoes, but seriously, I had no IDEA tennis required running, sweating and chasing a ball. Three of my most dreaded past times.
Can't wait to hit the courts tomorrow. (Don't I sound seasoned already?!)