Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, this blog is born again!
What better way to start it off than following the beautiful sport of tennis doused in bright colors, pageantry and atmosphere. Every year we flock to watch the bright young stars of tennis compete in the Family Circle Cup. Beautiful young women almost dance across the court in brightly-colored outfits. How envious we are of their youth, beauty and talent. Fans fill the stadium to cheer on the athletes, soak up some rays and enjoy their favorite libations. The court is swept, the balls are collected, referees call for silence and the games begin.
Do you know what I love about tennis -- none of that! I like the raw power of a serve. The loud grunts every time the ball is hit. The flexing of the muscles during a backhand swing. The fierce glances they fire at each other across the net. The roller coaster of emotions the players display throughout the match. Above all, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.
Tennis is a graceful game filled with pretty colors and beautiful people but strip away all of that and you may find the true beauty of the game.
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