Tennis
Recently I decided to pick up tennis again. I’ve always loved the sport and for some reason I just stopped playing. I think part of it was that over the past few years I’ve looked for activities that both Mara and I could enjoy together, but recently I’ve realized I have to pursue my own passions.
I can’t begin to describe how invigorating it is to be out there hitting tennis. I was a pretty decent High School player, but my peak was actually when I was at UCLA. A lot of people are surprised when I tell them that I got even better in college. I used to hit about 3-4 times a week and got really good. I was able to whip my forehand cross-court and inside-out whenever I got a short ball. I hit my backhand with heavy spin and good depth. And I was able to place my topspin second serve almost anywhere in the box, and disguise it with a slice as well. I controlled pace, spin, and angles effortlessly.
When Wendy recently wanted to learn, it gave me a great opportunity to do the two things I love… teach and play tennis. I needed to go out there with somebody who was just starting so that I could get my hand/eye coordination back. After some sessions with Wendy, Lawrence, and Danyel (a random that I found off CL), I’ve started gaining some control over my groundstrokes. It feels amazing to be out there. I find myself smiling halfway through each match.
I saw something that touched my heart tonight at Rengstorff. A Chinese father and mother were teaching their two boys how to play tennis. If I had to guess their ages, I would say one was 5 and the other 10. I actually see families out on the court all the time, but this family reminded me of my family when I was young. While those children probably need formal coaching soon, I deeply admired that both of their parents were doing their best to guide those two children. I almost wanted to walk over and tell the family how happy I was to see them out on the court.
It brought back memories of my father and mother exposing Jack and me to a wide variety of sports. While most Asian families usually didn’t see the value in sports, our parents gave us tennis, basketball, baseball, swimming, and skiing. My father even coached one of my baseball teams, despite the fact that he never had any formal training in baseball. The most important lessons I’ve learned in life came early on from the sports that I played. The importance of hard work, practicing to be perfect, consistency, patience, playing to win, losing gracefully, how to play nice with other children, having confidence in myself, understanding how to handle the spotlight, and many more lessons.
I hope that Mara and I will be able to give our children the same opportunities as my parents have given me. And more importantly I hope my children will find their own passions in life. And while it doesn’t have to be tennis, I hope that my children will find a passion in their lives that will fill that spot in their heart as tennis does in mine. I wonder what their “tennis” will be?

















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