A VICTORY NO STRINGS ATTACHED

I ENJOY PLAYING TENNIS. There's something about keeping your eye on the ball that appeals to me on many levels. I remember in my 20s playing once with a gentleman in his 60s. Hitting the ball consistently in the center of his racquet made his shots powerful and accurate. Boy, did he teach me something about concentration. He was also very humble.

One of the things I don't like about tennis, aside from being outplayed by someone who could be my grandfather, is the expense of getting my rackets restrung. Recently, however, I was happy when the strings on my new racquet broke—the strings right in the middle. This meant my game was improving.

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