Do you derive your identity from a school, city, state, or country? Do you somehow think you belong to a club, even though you’ve never been through the clubhouse door?
Do you sometimes imagine yourself excessively tall, a sea creature, or on the winning side of the civil war?
Do you, on a seasonal basis, shout and spew Cheetos and Miller High Life at an inanimate object because you think you see little men running around inside?
You, my friend, have a bad case of herd mentality. Take two hours of the Aussie Open and call me in the morning.
Tennis, yes, tennis – the symphony that celebrates the individual. A sport, but so much more – it’s the body, spirit, mind in perfect harmony. It’s a battle, yet a ballet. It's strategy with muscles; chess with biceps. It's a walk on the wildside and a dance with destiny. It’s -- it’s
CUTE GUYS IN SHORTS!