Alright, so I gotta share what I got up to lately. I’d been feeling kinda sluggish, you know? Needed to get moving. Tennis always used to be my thing, way back when. Haven’t picked up a racket in ages, probably embarrassing myself if I tried. But then I kept seeing this sign down at the park courts, something about ‘B Jones Tennis’. Didn’t ring any bells, not like those big fancy clubs.
Anyway, curiosity got the better of me. One afternoon, I just wandered over. Found this guy, B Jones I’m guessing, hitting balls with a couple of folks. Looked pretty casual. So I walked up, asked what the deal was. He was pretty straightforward, no hard sell. Just said he runs drills, helps people get their game back, or start from scratch. Sounded okay to me. No pressure.
Getting Back Into It
So I decided, what the heck, let’s give it a shot. Turned up the next Saturday morning. Felt weird holding a racket again, honestly. Bit stiff. B Jones didn’t make a big fuss. Just threw me in with a small group. We started simple. Real simple. Just hitting forehands crosscourt. Then backhands. Felt awkward at first. My timing was all off. Shanked a few into the fence, classic.
He didn’t yell or anything. Just kinda watched. Threw out a few pointers here and there. Stuff like:
- “Watch the ball, really watch it.”
- “Keep your feet moving, even between shots.”
- “Follow through, don’t just poke at it.”
Basic stuff, yeah? But it’s the stuff you forget. We spent a good hour just on groundstrokes. Then some volleys at the net. My legs were starting to feel it by then. Haven’t moved like that in a while. It wasn’t fancy, no killer drills designed to break you. It was just… playing tennis. Hitting the ball over the net.
My Takeaway
Look, it wasn’t some high-tech, super-advanced coaching clinic. It felt pretty old school, actually. But you know what? It was good. Solid. B Jones seemed like he just genuinely enjoys helping people hit a tennis ball better. No fancy theories, just practical advice based on watching you play.
I felt pretty decent afterwards. Tired, yeah, but good tired. Like I’d actually done something. Managed to have a few okay rallies by the end. It’s funny, you think you need all the latest gear and coaching methods, but sometimes just getting out there and hitting the ball with a bit of guidance is all it takes. Just fundamentals. I went back a few times since then. Still rusty, but getting there. It’s just good to be back on the court, hitting that fuzzy yellow ball again. Simple as that.
