Alright, let’s talk about this tennis match, you know, the one with Gauff and Bencic. I saw it on the TV, the little box in the corner. Couldn’t make heads or tails of all them fancy words they was usin’, but I watched it, I did.
So, first off, they was playin’ in somethin’ called “WTA Washington.” Sounded important, like one of them big shindigs they have. Washington, that’s where the president lives, right? Anyways, they was battlin’ it out on August 4th, or maybe it was the 5th over there, dependin’ on where you’re sittin’. Time zones, they call ’em, always messin’ with my head.
- Match was Bencic, that gal with the fancy name, against Gauff, the young one.
- They said it was at some “stadium” place. Big, I reckon, with lots of folks watchin’.
- And they kept talkin’ ’bout “live scores” and “stats.” Numbers, mostly. Didn’t pay much mind to them.
Now, this Gauff girl, she’s somethin’ else. Young, but she hits that ball hard! Like my grandson throwin’ rocks at them pesky crows in the cornfield. Bencic, she was good too, mind you, but Gauff, she was just a bit quicker, a bit fiercer. Reminded me of that ol’ rooster we had, always peckin’ and fightin’.
They was runnin’ all over that court, back and forth, like chickens with their heads cut off. And the grunts! Lord have mercy, them girls was makin’ some noise. Sounded like my pig when he’s hungry. But they was focused, you could see it in their eyes. They wanted to win, just like I want them tomatoes to grow big and juicy.
I tried to keep track of the points, but it was too fast for me. One minute Gauff was up, then Bencic was catchin’ up. Back and forth, like a seesaw. They said somethin’ ’bout “sets” and “games.” Sounded complicated. I just watched the ball, seein’ who hit it harder and where it landed. That’s how I follow these things.
Folks was sayin’ you could watch it online, on somethin’ called the “internet.” My nephew tried showin’ me once, but it was all jibberish to me. Too many buttons and screens. I’ll stick to my TV, thank you very much. At least I know how to turn that on and off.
They also mentioned somethin’ ’bout “h2h statistics” and “predictions.” Fancy words for guessin’, I reckon. Nobody knows for sure who’s gonna win ’til it’s over. Just like plantin’ seeds, you hope for the best, but you never really know what you’re gonna get.
And this Gauff girl, she’s been busy, they said. Played against some other gals, Osaka and Sabalenka, they called ’em. Sounds like she wins some, loses some. Just like life, ain’t it? You can’t win ’em all. But she beat this Swiatek girl to get to somethin’ called the “semifinals.” Big deal, I guess. More games to play.
This whole tennis thing, it’s kinda like a soap opera. Always somethin’ happenin’, new folks comin’ in, old ones goin’ out. And the fans, they get all riled up, cheerin’ and yellin’. Reminds me of the county fair, when they have them pig races. Everybody’s got their favorite, hopin’ their pig will win.
Gauff vs. Bencic, that’s what they called it. Two gals, a ball, and a net. Sounds simple enough, but it’s more than that. It’s about tryin’ your best, fightin’ hard, and never givin’ up. Just like plowin’ a field, you gotta keep goin’, even when your back is achin’ and the sun is beatin’ down.
So, that’s my take on it. I ain’t no expert, mind you, just an old woman watchin’ some tennis. But I enjoyed it, I did. It’s somethin’ different, somethin’ excitin’. And it makes me appreciate them young folks who can run around like that. Me, I’m just happy to sit on my porch, watchin’ the world go by.
