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Sache, I think it's safe to say we're both not really gifted when it comes to sports.

So which sport, if any, do you wish you were really good at?

Okay, that's a rude assumption to make about me.

What if I'm great at them?

You're not.

But I just wanted to suggest that I could be. I know this is stupid but I remember feeling

such shame about being bad at track and field which was a mandatory part of gym class at my schools and I wish I could have done any of them

anything shot put or jumping over that big bar or jumping over the little bars anything

jumping on a track I think I wish I could do.

That is really true. I wish I could run. I wish I could just simply run.

Yeah, that would be fine.

Well, mine is tennis because it's not a team sport, and it's kind of glamorous.

Like, okay, is there a universe where you could kind of see me as a tennis star?

Uh, no, only because you just have so many limbs. You're so tall. Isn't that good? I don't know. I feel like they'd be going all over the place like watching an octopus play that is fair

Okay, so I'm gonna tell you a story about tennis, but sadly there's absolutely zero glamor here.

This story is about the tennis pros we don't hear about, the ones who are scraping by hoping for their shot at success,

until they get an offer, they truly cannot refuse.

It's September 2014, and Gregor Sargasson is standing in the lobby of a cheap hotel

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