wednesday september 5

today i played tennis with my father. during one particularly good point, i approached one of his returns, prepared to smash a winning forehand down the line. however, when i went to make contact, a combination of my loose grip on the racket, the amount of sweat that had no doubt accumulated on the handle, and the odd angle at which i connected with the ball saw my racket go flying out of my hand, off our court entirely, and land a few feet away from an elderly woman attempting to make a return on the adjacent court. fortunately, the ball itself didn't make it over the net, or i would have had one difficult return on my hands.