All through middle and high school I absolutely loved playing tennis but when I flew out to LA

four years ago coincidentally I flew out on a Monday and it was the week that the whole world, you know, started shutting down because of

COVID and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get home on a Friday.

So it was exactly four years ago. But either way when I flew out to LA to visit my friend Brian who loved playing tennis,

I knew that it was going to be a little rusty because I hadn't played for 14 years.

I didn't know just how rusty I would be. I again I hadn't picked up a racket in

in probably 14 years and so I'm like yeah let's go let's go hit let's go play

some tennis and when I first started trying to serve, my serves were flying all over the place. Like,

legitimately, you know, over the fence, like they were going everywhere. I could not get a serve in at all.

And I tried this for about 10 minutes.

I'm like, oh my gosh, this is bad.

Like, this is way worse than I thought.

And then Brian stopped me and he said,

hold on, hold on, hold on, let me see how, let me see, like

grab your racket, hold your racket as if you're getting ready serve.

I'm like, okay, sure.

And so I grabbed my racket and he's like, buddy, your grip is completely wrong.

And I was like what?

And he's like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

All you have to do is change your grip like a quarter turn on this racket and then start start serving like you're holding it in in this

Western group you need be holding it in a continental grip and I'm like oh okay and so

as soon as I twisted my grip, just a quarter of a turn, and I threw it off and I hit my first

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