Sometimes, It Just all Goes

Fluid grace of a beautiful tennis game transforms into a bumbling, lethargic, void between the ears. Sometimes, the wheels just come off, and there's nothing that can be done. I trip and stumble, I don't think about what I am doing. What am I doing? I'm losing of course, and not slowly. Sometimes, I can't even feel my hands, which are holding a racket, which feels like an iron skillet. My tennis game systematically shuts down. Dismantled upon a tripped domino falling upon another domino, and so on. Bumbling and stumbling around the court, without any direction, trying to become grounded, but unable to grasp even the most basic concepts of tennis. Sometimes, it just all goes.