What, you thought I might have something to say about a weekend that featured a Passover seder Saturday night and Easter lunch the next day? That perhaps I might want to ruminate on the deeper meaning of my step-mother sneaking up on my front porch to drop off an Easter basket at the same time my seder guests were looking to see if Elijah was going to stop by? Well, I could go on about all that.
But honestly, I’d rather discuss THIS:
See that nice little forehand swing? He volleyed many a pickleball to Grandma or Daddy using that little swing after lunch today. And take a gander at THIS:
Yup, he’s got a nice little backhand, too. Returned several volleys using that stroke. So how happy was he?
THIS happy. And that’s after two solid hours of playing with no break at all. Simon hit more balls today than I have in my entire life. I am, quite possibly, the world’s worst tennis player after three attempts at learning. The last one came in college, and let’s just say I took the class pass-fail and still had reason to sweat.
I guess I need to add tennis to the list of sports Simon is interested in and has a natural feel for. The acorn fell a few hundred miles from the tree on this score, and I couldn’t be happier at the stark contrast Simon is serving up (see what I did there?) between the two of us.
Lefty. Scholarship. Just sayin’.