Love tennis. Yup, I do. I have achieved nearly every thirtysomething mom stereotype... Shortish hair, not so great jeans, and I seriously listen to Kidz Bop when the creatures aren't even in the car, and Bear officially signs up for soccer next week, so there you have it!
As for my Summer Tennis Career...The Big Club Zoo pros are of the charming and talented variety. Hailing from their native countries of Sweden,Scotland, and Vermont (yup almost a country of its own). AND they come equipped with their own beautiful zookeeper/organizer/wardrobe consultant who makes it all happen!
These guys challenged the ladies clinic and we challenged them back. (Ladies being a loose term in some scenarios, but not to worry, the zookeeper is first and foremost a lady!) We made it through a "summer season" relatively unscathed and we all learned a lot. Us about tennis, and them about family trees, island history, English slang, and getting the most out of the all white dress code. Their words will be with me as I consider the next move in my tennis career (you are supposed to be laughing) " In this scenario when the players come to the net (Swedish for in case you make it to Wimbledon with out me remember this explanation)...ok.ok.ok. (Vermontian for Please try to stop gossiping and finish this drill) and Nice Try (Scottish for that was the best shot all summer!)
In all seriousness many old friendships were rekindled, many new ones were made and lots of people now know the true defintion of cousins....
We will miss you all til next year!
I'll be practicing!
The zookeeper
Disclaimer: The Grammar in this is so bad...sorry, must go get a diet coke and wake up!
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