I know absolutely NOTHING about tennis except you have to endlessly chase yellow, fuzzy balls and slam them with a guitar looking racket. Sweet. This should wear him out.
Right before football camp, by the way. Coach Boehm should love that.
It's so fun though to watch him take on new challenges. He has absolutely no fear when it comes to trying something physical. Ask him to try guacamole and he will throw a giant tantrum, but somehow meeting all new people and trying something new is right in his wheelhouse. He's his mother's child.
He has parked himself right up against the net, front row. He is absorbing every single word Coach Klein is saying. You would think he was studying for the bar.
I'm sure he will want some giant, personal tennis lessons in his future that require me to refinance the house.
This stuff better pay off someday!
Happy Monday, friends!!