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Tenacity
Q: What attribute do you need if you're an urban tennis player?
A: Tenacity.
For a long time, this was just a terrible pun that I'd hock
for pity-infused laughs. Never did I think I would consider it an axiom to bind my outlook on life.
Jeremy, my former room-mate, and I have developed a weekly routine of playing tennis. Of course, since the only public courts are outdoors, we put our rackets away for the winter.
Last night, however, the weather was perfect, the air was sweet, and it was beckoning Jeremy and I to play some damn tennis.
We get warmed up, reincarnating our reflexes, serving the ball back and forth. And as soon as we begin our first real match for the night, at 8:00, the lights go out. Game. Set. Match...
Not Quite.
Like a nomadic tribe searching for a new oasis, we hunt Harvard Yard for another, potentially lit, court.
We fruitlessly sought a court, I vaugely recalled a court behind the science hall of Harvard U. It was just a mirage.
We had to find a compromise. We advanced into a paved walkway between two buildings at a lab where they invented napalm. The pavement was good ersatz tennis court and there were poles holding up thick white cords on either side of the walkway.
We uprooted some poles and set the rope across the walkway to make a make-shift net.
To our suprise, not only were we unimpeded in our match, but all the pedestrians (students,lab assistants, professors) acted absolutely apathetic. As if to say our game was nothing out of the ordinary in spite of the fact that we've congested their main passage of travel.
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