Green fuzzies grinning back at me. This is what happens when you try to cut down on sports expenses.
I ran to the mall for some practice balls. The inexpensive ones. The ones you can find in a Japanese thrift shop sitting on the same rack with the Ramen noodles. The ones humbly labeled in yokogaki and branded “Tennis Balls.” The likes that crack after only a dozen big forehands.
Let the game of the sons of Mercury begin! Believe me, tennis is mostly ruled by Geminis like me.