Happy Father's Day!

.....My son had a tennis tournament at Samford University, this past Saturday. He’s caught a nasty chest/sinus infection I had a couple of weeks ago, and isn’t doing well with it. He opened up a 4-2 lead in his first 8-game set, then wilted. Lost six of the next seven games, and flushed out of the tournament in the first round. First round losers aren’t included in the consolation round. So, he was done. Money down the drain. No more tennis, all weekend, for him.

.....He raged. He was FURIOUS! It was my birthday, and I was sprawled back in my easy chair, surfing the internet. I felt bad for him, though, and I offered to go play with him. Saturday the 14th wasn’t so great, here in the Tragic City. It was hot, with 90 percent humidity. But I went. Did I take it easy on him? NO! He’s way beyond my game, for the most part. I turned 48 years old, Saturday. But on that day, I ran. I was aggressive. I crammed shots right at his feet. I coached. I corrected. I was damned hard on him, but I tried to avoid talking trash, when I won a game.

.....We played two sets, and I won the second rather convincingly, 6-2. It was exhilarating! Sorta. While I did try to explain what had happened, as we went along, I had just taken serious advantage of a pretty ill 15-year old. Guilt. Birthday or not, there’s not much excuse for picking on your own kids!

......On the ride home, he said that he had learned more that afternoon, than in a whole week of Nike tennis camp. Holy Cow. My tennis technique is SO awful, that I’d avoided any training before…

.....On the other hand, we’re different people. Today, on father’s day, my daughter and I went to see the the “Prince Caspian” Narnia flick, while my son and wife saw the Hulk. Me, I’d much rather see a C. S. Lewis classic series being brought to life, than Marvel trying over and over to get it right…

Acid they got it right this time go see it . Lou Ferrigno even has a cameo.