Let's get one thing clear: I am not an athlete. I'm a sports fan, but not a participant. The closest I've come to that is playing tennis. Over the weekend I watched a lot of Wimbledon and it made me remember how much I loved to play.
As a kid I went to church camp a couple times and took tennis lessons while there.
Camp Lutherlyn - where I learned to play tennis; I later worked there in the office
In high school I used to go to Ewing Park and play tennis with friends or with my brother. If I didn't have a playing partner I'd go to the high school and hit balls against the wall. Tennis was also something that my dad and I shared and we played until his heart condition didn't allow it.
No idea who this dude is, but that is one of the Ewing Park courts.
When I went to Wittenberg we had a certain amount of phys ed credits that we had to take. One of mine was, yep, tennis.
"Wittenberg, dear Wittenberg..."
In my adult years I have great memories of traveling to Cincinnati to watch the ATP Championship (now called the Western & Southern Open) and playing hooky from church on Sunday to watch the Wimbledon men's finals. In 1997 I took lessons again for a summer.
I haven't played in a long time, and I miss it. My knees aren't very happy when I try to play, but maybe someday...