First day of tennis in 10 years. Backhand: Good. Forehand: OK. Serve: Whiff.
I was totally decked out in Nike Court wear. Gay, but as it turned out, functional. My sweat evaporated quickly through the magical wicking polyester and my skates were hoppin. My racquet even had signifigant pop after 10 years of unused strings. Lior was impressed. He couldn't even tell that I smoked. Yet.
I promise, my next entry on this subject will or will not be about fuzzy balls.
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Tell us more about Lior : ). {just joking}. To answer your question: Perfect & you weren't even trying.
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