Little in life gives me more pleasure than a game of tennis. At once I have to clarify that sentence because I must mention family times, being with old friends or sparkling new ones, the sublime meal or a glorious swim. Naturally the list goes on and on. But today, this particular afternoon I’m thinking about the three sets of the morning, the three partners, the six opponents and the greetings of others as we began or left the courts. A game is made up of individual joys: a successful pass down the tramlines, an unusual ace when serving, winning two games when we were three down, exchanging a grin with a partner after a six shot rally, reaching the ball that died just over the net, denying the opponents with a smash, recovering after hitting a ball in the net FOR NO GOOD REASON. Hoping to be back next week for another game; for a little chitchat changing ends, feeling athletic, graceful and powerful. Then feeling tired and unfit. Ah, it was a great morning.