Franklinsanity

5:46 pm, New Britain, CT:  spent more time on a tennis court today than at any point in the last six years, with the exception of our racquet-minded friends Paul and Dot’s wedding. 

I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the sport. But it felt good to be back out there. Especially with the kids and a hopper of balls. 

Although I don’t think too much of the giant puffy balls they have for the really little kids. But I guess they are a little easier to hit. 

In any case, we were out there mostly because of a dispute over a racquet. I got T and Q their own because they’re doing a tennis camp 3 times a week this summer. And during the first week, it looks at times as if Q’s might be a tad too heavy. She bobbles the ball a lot and seems to have some issues holding it straight on the backswing. 

Personally I think that’s a lack of focus while waiting in line for the drill, based on what I saw. But to verify, we went out today to see how she would do with just Dad and Ted. 

Can’t frankly see any difference with a smaller, lighter racquet. Except that she seems way too tall to hit with something about the size of a racquetball racquet. When she pays attention and turns her body, she wallops the ball off both sides. 

The pro feels pretty strongly she needs a smaller racquet. Enough that he mentions it to her, to me, and to my in-laws. And it’s his camp. Not certain it’s worth being old school over, or giving Q a complex. I always wanted the heaviest possible racquet. 

But so what?

End of the day, Q and T and I were out there for an hour in the morning. And T and I were back out there for almost 2 this afternoon. That boy loves sports. 

Now if only we can get the baseball out of his two-handed backhand….

First world problems.