Young And Foolish
I used to play tennis. I was good but always thought that I was better than I was. I hated losing. Broke racquets . Screamed as loud as I could.
I’m sure if I still went to my therapist I would have spent thousands of dollars before I admitted that the real reason that I got so angry was that I got nervous when people watched me play. Embarrassed by what they thought. That they’d leave the court and say that I wasn’t a good player. That I sucked. That I wasn’t the best. So I got angry, screamed, and threw my raquets.
And now I’m here sitting on the couch watching Nadal and Federer battle it out in the Wimbledon finals. It’s the 5th set they’re going into extra games. They’re the best in the sport. I want to be like them. I want to play tennis again. I don’t care what people think. I don’t care that I’m not the best.
But I can’t play because my knee is still injured from the accident. I might never play. So I’m on the couch watching. Wishing I was younger. Wishing I wasn’t so foolish. Wishing that I could be like them.
