Poetic License: Five days in the life of Wilson One
Betrayal! What price love and loyalty!
Mr. Topspin’s turned us over to seniors!.
I thought when he put us back
in the can, with me on top of my brothers,
that he’d use us for some heavy practice games.
Who can ever understand players? I admit
we lost some fuzz during the match and maybe
we weren’t bouncing as high at the end
but we had still had some good kicks left —
most of which will now be wasted
on these seniors who are a real trip.
There is not one original knee left among them,
some even have new hips and shoulders
and one of the players sips oxygen
from a portable tank between changes.
There’s one who is wrapped and taped like a mummy
and another who tells time with his pacemaker.
Still another can’t read our name and number
and keeps throwing one of us to the players
on the other courts after every point.
Many of the points are endless
and go on for minutes and then
none of the players can remember the score
and they waste two or three minutes more
arguing and trying
to remember the previous points.
No more center sweet spot hits for us,
these seniors use every part of the racquet
except the strings, —the frame, the throat
and even the handle mishit
and send us flying in all directions.
For a while I’m in a panic.
They’ve hit me into the other court
and two full games go by
before anyone notices I’m missing!
Then one of the seniors
on the other court puts me in play
for a few points until an error
put me back into my original court
and someone remembers
they started out with three Wilson Ones.
Whew! That was close.
Good to be back with my brothers again:
it’s the first time we’ve ever been separated.
No smashes, topspin or crisp volleys —
the seniors get tired and my brothers and I
begin to get real friendly with the net
as they keep banging us into it.
It must be a senior net
because it has patches and two holes in it
and a player mishits me through one hole
but the players can’t agree
whether I passed through or over the net
and so they play me over.
(To be continued)