Tennis in Middle Age

Trying to play tennis every weekend in the great outdoors isn't what it used to be. As a decent singles player in more formidable years, I cannot cover the entire court now. I used to be a fierce competitor but now look forward to playing recreational doubles where I can share the fault with a partner.

The group of guys that I play with are not getting any younger either. We are former athletes who have traded in our physiques for baldness pot-bellies, and the huff and puff from lacing shoelaces before a match. We complain of injuries and laud the glory days of tracking down an across court shot and delivering a two-handed backhand winner down the alley. I can only plod after a ball and stick out my racquet now in what seems like self-defense. We don't get as many players to come out on the courts. I think it may be too humbling of a venture, easier to go out to a sit-down waitress served breakfast for a Western omelette, a double order of bacon and buttered toast. I am trying not to give in to the progression of life so I posted this solicitation on Craig's list today:

Dwindling group of middle aged men of commonly average skills seeking tennis partners. Group meets on outdoor hardcourts 10am every Sunday at Sterling High School in Somerdale, New Jersey. The cost is free and the gatherings are weather permitting from April-October. Contact joetornatore@comcast.net to be added to group email invitations then come and join us.

Here's to staying healthy and emptying diners across South Jersey.