Another group - and if you haven't guessed by now, this is the group I consider myself a part of - abhors cliché and looks for a way to combine some of the above ideas. For example, a creative way to let out aggression. And that's what this is.
Well, okay, that's not what *this* is. This is my house. Notice that there's a rather large gap between windows, and that it faces a parking lot. I wonder what I can do with that...
Bingo!
Now, before we go any further, I should bring a few things to your attention.
I am not a tennis player. In fact, before this, I had not even picked up a tennis racket in at least six years. And even then, I wasn't good.
I do not have even an average level of coordination, meaning I embarrass myself almost every time I try anything even vaguely athletic.
Those windows could presumably break if hit by a tennis ball traveling at a decent speed.
Nonetheless, I thought this was a good idea.
The house is obviously a tough opponent, but that didn't deter Dan from taking a surprisingly good 'bring it on!' photo.
Repeatedly bouncing the ball to prove that there are some feats even I can accomplish. Or maybe because it makes for a good picture.
Coolly intercepting the rebound as a bus looks on.
Pleading with the heavens after the ball went over the roof? I don't know what else I'd be doing here.
But if I was pleading, it worked, as the ball somehow landed squarely in the three-inch gap between my fence and my neighbour's fence.
Dan got in on the act too!
So I didn't break any windows. But it was actually pretty fun. Aside from the part where I discovered just how horribly conditioned I am (running back and forth for three angle shots was enough to wind me!). I'll probably do it again sometime.
--Ryan
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