Thinking the opportunity might arise to knock around a few balls at some point during a work break, I brought my tennis racket with me to the newsroom one day this week, tucking it into my backpack such that the handle was protruding noticeably.
“Tennis racket?” editor Hasso Hering said quizzically. “I thought baseball was your game.”
“I’m kind of a sports dilettante,” I said.
“Do you play tennis?” Hasso asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I mean, I’m not fantastic, but I can play.”
“We should play sometime,” Hasso said, surprising me somewhat.
“We should,” I said, sort of relishing the thought of luring Hasso to the net and buzzing the tower. “Tennis is a great game. And beyond that, it’s a very egalitarian game, a game of the people. There are lots of public courts around, and even a pretty good racket isn’t very expensive.”
“It’s like cycling,” he said, though I think I could buy a few rackets and multiple cans of balls for the cost of one mediocre bike. “And another great thing about it is it only takes two people to play; you don’t need a whole team.”
It’s supposed to be a great weekend weather-wise, a perfect time to break out that racket. Or buy one, if you don’t have one. Why not give it a try?