Day 34As I drove to the butcher shop this morning I noticed some guys playing tennis. The tennis courts are right alongside the basketball courts. I thought for a moment about a time long ago when I participated in both of these sports. 
And both for completely different reasons. 
I loved playing basketball.
I loved playing against competition that invariably was better than me.
I loved the purity of a jump shot and the power of a hard driving layup.
I love the tempo and the physical nature of the game.
Some of my fondest memories are from the basketball courts. 
No game to be had?
That's fine. 
I can just shoot around for an hour or so.
Just 2 of us?
No problem. A little 1 on 1 or a game of H-O-R-S-E or 21.
I loved basketball.
On the other hand,my interest in tennis had absolutely nothing to do with my attraction to the game. 
In fact the only thing attractive about playing tennis was chicks liked to play tennis!
(I know...chicks is such a chauvinist word!).
I am not ashamed to say that my attraction to the opposite sex was the motivating factor in my desire to learn and to play the game of tennis. 
So here I am driving down the road, having this conversation with myself in my head  and laughing at myself.
Looking back at my tennis days, it seems so shallow, funny but shallow none the less!
I remind myself of the darnedest things sometimes!
Shavua Tov!