The heady smell of freshly cut grass. The headier spin of the crowd’s ovations.
The sharp twang of a racquet meeting a ball. Its sharper swish when cutting through the air.
A drop shot. Cheers. A net fault. More cheers. A powerful crosscourt rally. Missed shots. Long shots. Net shots converted to net points. Smashes galore. Balls crossing the court at rare angles, shot like bullets from an unerring gun.
A worthy opponent.
Legs racing, heart pumping, hands wielding the racquet, forehand to backhand. Eyes figuring out loopholes, the next placement. The brain taking it all in.
A hit. A miss. So close. An ace.
A smile of truimph. A fist in the air. Not for an opponent well defeated, but for a match well won.
Game, Set and Match.
Inspired by today’s Federer Vs. Nalbandian Wimbledon match. Go, Fedex.
June 25, 2011
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