Wilson Lady Advantage

I just got lost in memories for about half an hour. Which is not all that long to be lost, actually, except all I went back to my spare bedroom (which I have decided is now my studio but in reality pretty much resembles a bedroom, still) to do was vaccuum, but instead I decided to clean up one of the tennis racquets I had run across last weekend during the still-ongoing cleaning jag.

I wrote "racquets" even though I almost always write "rackets" because the former seems a bit too formal or pretentious or French or something. However, I have always thought of my Wilson Lady Advantage as a tennis racquet. Something more than a mere racket, somehow.

I have had this racquet since I was in ninth grade. I believe, if memory serves me correctly, that I actually received it as a Christmas gift, which means it came long after the tennis season had ended, but I had coveted this racquet for months.

The No. 1 and 2 players on the Shelbyville Rams girls' tennis team had Lady Advantage racquets. Mindy, a senior, and Robyn, a junior. Me, a lowly freshman with a knock-off Chris Evert-wannabe racket. Yeah: racket. And I was not even one of the top six players, but I did end up getting a JV letter and Most Improved, which I thought was very cool.

My racquet is beautiful, and if it were not nighttime, I would go outside and take a picture of it, in the grass (just like Wimbledon, which is coming up in a couple of weeks). So I shall do that, tomorrow.