Monday, November 23, 2009

This Kid Really Loves to Play Tennis

I think I've opened a pretty big can of worms when I took Paul to play tennis with me. 

Picking up a racquet for the very first time at the ripe old age of 32, he was surprisingly good. Managed to hit a couple back. I was suitably impressed. 

We were invited to a potluck later that evening. Paul said he had an idea for an activity after the dinner. I made the mistake of asking what- and he said "go play more tennis." I may have grimaced. 

Then he offered to pick me up from the BART this evening, after a full day of work and a gym visit of my own. I thought- how nice to give me a break from the walk home. 
He took me to the tennis court. I am not even joking. 

Here's the new horse- Hero