I know my shot was in. But I won’t argue, because I’m not up for the challenge.
Two racquets started dating. Unfortunately, one was stringing the other along without any intention of tying the knot.
Is your nickname cream cheese? Because you’re about to get bageled.
The injured player wanted to congratulate the winner, but he couldn’t walkover to the other side of the court.
The walls in this tennis factory are so thin, that when I try to get some work done, all I hear is people making a racquet.
It feels great to hit the ball again. It spin a long time.
The density of this concrete leads me to believe one thing: it is a hard court.
Tennis is a lot like waiting tables. The most important thing to get right is the first serve.
Do you always play this badly at the net? Because I don’t like your approach.
The last thing I can remember was the yellow ball speeding toward me. I swung the racquet, and then things got fuzzy.
I like my breakfast like my tennis grip: Continental.
Is it ad-out again? I’m going to hit my breaking point.
Pick-up line: You might as well play be a tennis player, because I’m about to court you girl.
I want to play my match outdoors so I can hit the ball higher in the air. I’m not good at persuading people, so I’m going to hire a lob-byist.
Jack has a large neck so he decided to wear a bowtie to his wedding. Otherwise, he’d end up with a tiebreak.
The guy missed both his serves on match point. I won by de-fault.
A hippie when his opponent disputes his calls: That’s pretty far-out, man!
I can’t believe I framed the ball in for a winner. Shank you!
Oh, I thought I was playing the first round, but I guess I got a free pass. Bye.
The classiest indoor tennis facilities serve bubble tea.
They call me Ace, because you just got served.
Most of your players never make it out of the lower-level tournaments. I highly doubt their Futures as a professional.