Tennis
Not long ago I had a very rough
day. That evening I flipped through the
television channels and discovered the coverage of the Sony Ericsson Open was
on a day earlier than I expected.
Immediately I felt a little better.
It was as though things would come out okay as long as there is tennis
to watch. People already give me strange
looks over the fact that I like tennis, so if you are rolling your eyes at me
over my statement, that is okay.
In
my mind, tennis is a metaphor for life, and that is what I love about it. In the end, success or lack of success is up
to the individual, and no one else. Yes,
someone can be a better, more skilled player.
That is not up for debate. What I
mean is that if something goes badly, it is up to the individual to figure out
how to end on top. During a match there
is not a team to place blame on. Coaches
are not on the court telling you what to do (although to my understanding the
women can have coaches come to the court during certain tournaments). It is just you, your strength, and your
mind. How is this different from life?
What
I also like is in the end being civil is expected. Intentionally hitting someone with the ball
is frowned upon. There is rarely any
fighting between the players across the net (with the umpire is a different
story). At the end of the match, no
matter how much the two players have beaten each other up in play, there is a
handshake. If one player refuses, one
must expect repercussions. While some
may argue with the umpire, his or her final word is respected and systems are
in place to make sure calls are accurate.
Now, I am not saying everything is completely fair and even. Have I seen some questionable calls? The
answer is a big yes. In general this is
a fair game that awards the stronger player of the two on that particular day. It would be nice to see most things in life
work this way. But it does not. And while I strive for this fairness in other
parts of my life, I will remember that it is somewhere; even if it is just in
the sport of tennis.
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