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Originally posted by don_budge
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Great Thread...stroke!Forgive me if I get a bit carried away. Wooden racquets are a passion of mine. It's strange how a person wants to plant a flag in a certain spot. Napoleon at Waterloo. Remember the Alamo. I'm like some modern day version of Don Quixote...waving a wooden racquet at the behemoth of history. A voice in the wilderness. As if I am a warning to others. You've been not only patient. I think the "bottle analogy" misses its mark but if you feel good about that...it is yours. Own it.
But anyways...thanks for the thread stroke. I went back and liked every comment by you for the past couple of weeks. I liked those of your PIC buddies too. Hatred is not one of my faults. I could never muster that kind of passion. It's true, I get annoyed too easily. Even with tennis there is some weird sort of a love/hate thing going. I don't expect anyone to understand. I don't even care if anyone dislikes me for it. It is what it is. A part of my imperfect condition. Part of my own personal dysfunction. I own it. Although...I have made a pretty much air tight case for the game of tennis. Although...nobody wants to admit it. The implications are too much to bear. What if similar aspects of our existence are just as fragile in terms of truth. In terms of ethics and justice. How weak we must be in our belief systems. What is left? Jesus is left. There is Him. On this, I have learned to rely. Clarity in a sea of madness.
It's only my dream, stroke. You've been patient. Much more than that. Patience is a virtue, you know. There is so little virtue in the world. True virtue. You have to be true to yourself. It's best to be sure of what you are being true to. A tough ask these days. The line of demarcation between reality and virtual reality becoming more and more blurred. Morality and virtual morality is my focus. Discerning from what is real and what is fake is almost down to an act of God. Well...make of it what you will. I have retreated to my thread called..."Thoughts about Tennis Tradition." It is a spot in my mind like perhaps bottle thought of his "A New Years Serve". I don't expect anyone else to truly understand. I certainly don't expect anyone to agree with me. Last of all...I know that nobody would actually like me. I don't care. Be that as it may...it is Christmas. All over the world people are bowing down in faith. A special day in history for all of us sinners.
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A week ago Jon Fausett aka stroke passed away. We'd gone back and forth through the years on the forum. He would just love it when 10splayer would mop the floor with me. He and bottle had a thing. There used to be so many of us on the forum.
Jon and I had this exchange above. He said that he was losing patience with me. I can't say I blame him and I told him as much. He took it all in the right way. He was a man about it. Thank God that I immediately reacted to his comments. We settled the score right quick. As usual. He was the right kind of guy. I told his wife he was a good man. She said he was getting even better. I believe her. I'm so glad we had this exchange and wished each other Merry Christmas. He sent me a picture of Vilas and Borg. No words. Such was his way. When Pam told me he had passed...it took a little time to hit and it hit me in the gut. I've been quite a few times in the past year. John's passing started it. Now Jon.
Life and death. Make good on every day. Mean what you say and say what you mean. In this way we are true to each other. My friend Jon. Our friendship must have meant something, judging from the tears on my cheeks. He was a good man. He was getting better.
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