How to play tennis inside your house

Many people wouldn’t classify tennis as a sport you can play, uh, with yourself, in the comfort of your own home, on the carpet. Well, I’m proving those haters wrong every day, albeit unnecessarily. How, you didn’t ask? I’m proud to say one of the best features of my home is the ad-hoc “tennis wall” I’ve started hitting regulation tennis balls against with weirdly devoted regularity. Am I improving my game in the process? I’d certainly like to convince myself so. And you can, too.

 

5 signs your tennis pro is a lazy schmoe

Believe it or not, yours truly, Jay Patrick Clark, worst-selling author of The Edumacation of Jay Baker, used to be a tennis pro. Not a real tennis pro, exactly. More like a former D-III mid-lineup filler with muscular dystrophy-esque strokes who taught at a “prestigious” club in Hilton Head to a bunch of old people in visors who looked like they just stepped off the set of Cocoon. These people were certifiably terrible and really had no chance of (or interest in) getting better … which meant they had a lot in common with my teachings. We were perfect for each other.

10 reasons my dad could beat up yours on Father’s Day…

Father's Day
10. Is your dad a self-proclaimed Olympic gold medalist in both the Summer and Winter Olympics? Didn’t think so. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to see my dad in London this year, carrying the American flag in his well-worn (aerodynamic?) boat shoes. And by well-worn, I mean he probably needs a new pair but wouldn’t go shopping if his orthotics depended on it. Michael Phelps, who?