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.
Did you see the guy with quad-arms play tennis? He has a great four-hand.
Is there a bathroom in this tennis club? Because I’m about to drop a deuce.
The density of this concrete leads me to believe one thing: it is a hard court.
What time should I book the court? Let’s shoot for around tennish.
Do you always play this badly at the net? Because I don’t like your approach.
I’d like to throw away my old can, but my pusher friend here says he loves junk balls.
Ana hits a lot of floating shots that her opponents destroy for winners. We need to sitter down and have a talk.
Djokovic to his friends the morning after winning the U.S. Open: Is anyone hungry for some Denny’s? Because I would like another Grand Slam.
Most of your players never make it out of the lower-level tournaments. I highly doubt their Futures as a professional.
Native Americans used to have their own professional tennis tournaments, and provided free housing to players from other tribes. They called it the A Tee Pee Tour. (No disrespect to Native Americans!)
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.
Why can’t I ever win a game returning serve? Give me a break.
Two racquets started dating. Unfortunately, one was stringing the other along without any intention of tying the knot.
Too bad my serve hit the tape. Well, at least they’ll LET me hit it again.
Jack has a large neck so he decided to wear a bowtie to his wedding. Otherwise, he’d end up with a tiebreak.
Fred is so condescending about my tennis strokes. I can’t take any more of his backhanded compliments.
The last thing I can remember was the yellow ball speeding toward me. I swung the racquet, and then things got fuzzy.
I really hate these strings. I can feel it in my gut.
The classiest indoor tennis facilities serve bubble tea.
I tried to hit the picture cleanly over the fence, but it was framed.
Tennis is a lot like waiting tables. The most important thing to get right is the first serve.
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