It was a short, high ball, arcing toward my left shoulder.
Perfect opportunity … set the feet … cock the elbow behind me … wait, wait … lots of space … go for the spot, not the line … time to let it go … nice and easy … be sure to get on top of it.
There it is … no return … nice easy winner. Now get ready to serve with a chance to win the game.
Hold on … I’m pretty sure the handle isn’t supposed to do that.
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