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.
Fred is so condescending about my tennis strokes. I can’t take any more of his backhanded compliments.
Oh, I thought I was playing the first round, but I guess I got a free pass. Bye.
Have you ever played quiet tennis?
It's just like regular tennis but without the racket.
Is your eyesight as bad as your cell phone reception? Because that was a terrible call.
Ana hits a lot of floating shots that her opponents destroy for winners. We need to sitter down and have a talk.
Federer is such a legend that they named the Roger’s Cup, and Fed Cup after him.
Two racquets started dating. Unfortunately, one was stringing the other along without any intention of tying the knot.
Mary didn’t miss a first serve the entire match. It was not her fault she lost.
They call me Ace, because you just got served.
My friend Elmer’s has gotten really good at tennis ever since he stuck to a healthier diet and went glue-ten free.
What time should I book the court? Let’s shoot for around tennish.
I want to practice my forehand outside, but it will be wet in the morning and nice later on. So here’s the plan for today: inside-out.
Most of your players never make it out of the lower-level tournaments. I highly doubt their Futures as a professional.
Too bad my serve hit the tape. Well, at least they’ll LET me hit it again.
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.
A man named Martin Draw was campaigning for the Senate. He printed up shirts saying “I’m with Draw” to support his campaign. The next day, he wore the shirt to a tennis tournament. When he walked up to the tournament desk, the director handed him his money back and asked him why he couldn’t play.
Is it ad-out again? I’m going to hit my breaking point.
An orange and an apple signed up for a tournament. No one was surprised to find out they were both seeded.
I tried to hit the picture cleanly over the fence, but it was framed.
The last thing I can remember was the yellow ball speeding toward me. I swung the racquet, and then things got fuzzy.
The guy missed both his serves on match point. I won by de-fault.
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