Tennis Match

Sadly, I have discovered that I will never make it to Wimbleton.

My sister and I went out to play tennis the other day. Now my sister just happens to be this ridiculously athletic person. (Her favourite way to pass time is to bike down ski mountains) So I figured this tennis expedition would be yet another display of my lack of athletic skills, and prove, once again, that my sister can beat me in any sport.

However, I am pleased to report that she was just as terrible at tennis as I was. For once, it was actually fun to be bad at a sport. We quickly changed the goal of tennis. Instead of trying to keep points the proper way, we decided that whoever hit the ball outside of the tennis court the most (over a high fence) would lose. I am happy to say that I won.

We were discussing how we could never make it to Wimbleton and how the Williams' sisters (my sister thought they were the Venus sisters) would never speak to us if they saw how badly we played. But then I suggested that we could make it to Wimbleton by being the underdog team that no one saw coming. But my sister determined that it wouldn't work because as soon as a professional player hit the ball at us, we would hit the ground, curl into the fetal position, use our rackets as a shield and cry, "Don't hurt me!"

Oh well. I suppose I will cross tennis pro off my list of life ambitions.