There was a day or two in January that felt like spring. We drove around for more than an hour trying to find courts. The first set of courts we think turned into a soccer field, the second was covered in snow melt, the third was beautiful. We hit for a couple of minutes and then I swung at a high forehand shot…and POP. My strings decided to break apart. It was funny, in that “this sucks” way that makes a good story. Especially when told better than this.
That had to be the most annoying broken string ever. Grr!
My strings are repaired. I’m ready to play!