Of course, we consider ourselves of a higher breed, who place, carefully and skillfully a ball, within and very precise boundary. Not just a boundary, but there are rules of care and consideration. We have animosity for another person or concept and address it, without touching or addressing the person. We can hit at them as hard as we can and dream about whomping them, without having hurt them physically. What an amazing use of the anger of man! I find it cathartic. After you beat them, you saunter to the net, or jump over the net, as the case may be and shake their hand. Still, addressing the animosity factor of human nature. Good sports and bad, are expected to follow tennis ettiquette.
We considered them barbarians, who took down the nets at Baisley Park. What kind of a primitive person would not care for the keeping of the nets? We wondered. We, who couldn't know how to keep and do our chores were judging the cultural development of a people group, who couldn't know how treasured these items were in our tennis ettiquette culture. We judged the mental and emotional stability of those who could live so close to the treasured courts and dare come down from their apartments, in anything but a tennis outfit. What is wrong with them? It is a culture all its own. Unwritten, understood rules of life and character and how harshly we judged the ignorant barbarians, who were sorry enough to be born outside of the tennis culture. I do speak in jest, somewhat, but, only slightly, you know.
I am glad that I married apart from my tennis culture to see that there are others who think differently about a net when they see it. Those to whom, perhaps, other rules exist. Life outside the court and without the sense of electric shock, if you touch the net. I look at my children in the eye, when they walk up to a tennis net and immediately put their hands upon it. Is there a reason, in that? Do you have any tennis sense at all?
To do it all over again, I wouldn't have raised them anywhere else, but, on the courts.
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