I guess the US Open bug has bit my two youngest children. My youngest (who never asks to play tennis) just asked to play with me so we spent about 1/2 hour hitting the ball around on our driveway. Then my middle, not to be outdone, needed to show how well he could do. He and I played for another 1/2 hour. As draining as this past weekend has been, there is something therapeutic to hitting something back and forth, back and forth. A little therapy, a little tennis joy.
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