If you want to impress the crowd, hit overheads. Every point will be a smash hit.
Do you always play this badly at the net? Because I don’t like your approach.
Most of your players never make it out of the lower-level tournaments. I highly doubt their Futures as a professional.
I wish they’d change the scoring system, but tennis is set in its ways and doesn’t see the point.
The density of this concrete leads me to believe one thing: it is a hard court.
Is there a bathroom in this tennis club? Because I’m about to drop a deuce.
The classiest indoor tennis facilities serve bubble tea.
Jack has a large neck so he decided to wear a bowtie to his wedding. Otherwise, he’d end up with a tiebreak.
My friend Elmer’s has gotten really good at tennis ever since he stuck to a healthier diet and went glue-ten free.
I’m a baseliner and I don’t know how to volley: my game would disappear if I went to no-man’s land.
Fred is so condescending about my tennis strokes. I can’t take any more of his backhanded compliments.
Is your nickname cream cheese? Because you’re about to get bageled.
I tried to hit the picture cleanly over the fence, but it was framed.
Why can’t I ever win a game returning serve? Give me a break.
I am disappointed that you are taking such a closed-stance on my footwork advice.
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.
Two racquets started dating. Unfortunately, one was stringing the other along without any intention of tying the knot.
I prefer the new system to reviewing line calls. When Hawk-eye came around, I breathed a big Cy-clops of relief.
The guy missed both his serves on match point. I won by de-fault.
I can’t believe I framed the ball in for a winner. Shank you!
I got so mad at my partner hitting moonballs, I had to pusher off the court.
The injured player wanted to congratulate the winner, but he couldn’t walkover to the other side of the court.