Jack has a large neck so he decided to wear a bowtie to his wedding. Otherwise, he’d end up with a tiebreak.
Oh, I thought I was playing the first round, but I guess I got a free pass. Bye.
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.
Have you ever played quiet tennis?
It's just like regular tennis but without the racket.
I can’t believe I framed the ball in for a winner. Shank you!
The injured player wanted to congratulate the winner, but he couldn’t walkover to the other side of the court.
Do you always play this badly at the net? Because I don’t like your approach.
I like my breakfast like my tennis grip: Continental.
Both tournament directors published the schedule at the same time. It was a draw.
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.
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.
I’m a baseliner and I don’t know how to volley: my game would disappear if I went to no-man’s land.
Did you see the guy with quad-arms play tennis? He has a great four-hand.
I am disappointed that you are taking such a closed-stance on my footwork advice.
Federer is such a legend that they named the Roger’s Cup, and Fed Cup after him.
Is your nickname cream cheese? Because you’re about to get bageled.
The density of this concrete leads me to believe one thing: it is a hard court.
I like my matches like my tennis balls: Pressureless.
Pick-up line: You might as well play be a tennis player, because I’m about to court you girl.
Ana hits a lot of floating shots that her opponents destroy for winners. We need to sitter down and have a talk.
The last thing I can remember was the yellow ball speeding toward me. I swung the racquet, and then things got fuzzy.
Fred is so condescending about my tennis strokes. I can’t take any more of his backhanded compliments.
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