Rafael Nadal's wasting his talents

Rafael Nadal is wasting his talents. I know that he's the best tennis player in the world and that's an incredible accomplishment. However, this most probably will be a fleeting proposition. Placing yourself on a pedestal by being the number one can have it's setbacks. He's setting himself up to be knocked down. Inevitably, he will be replaced, just like Roger Federer was. I suggest a modeling career. I think he's wasting his looks by playing tennis. Why not just pose, maybe do a little acting, smile a lot. He could strut through life as a sex symbol. I'm sure it's equally as profitable with a bit more longevity if you do it right. Maybe I'm shallow and not recognizing the glory of being number one. Maybe the competitive fire just doesn't burn beneath me. But Rafael Nadal's a good looking guy, he could cash in and take it easy, let a camera do all the work. 

Grand Central Tennis

One of New York City's most unique tennis clubs will be removed. The two court tennis club located in Grand Central Terminal will be gutted and turned into a rest area for railroad employees. Come on, how could this happen? Can't the railroad employees rest in another part of Grand Central? Can't we have some foresight and perspective? Grand Central just won't be the same without a tennis club. Maybe instead of a rest area for railroad employees, these same employees can hit a few tennis balls before going back to work. Why would anyone rest when they could play tennis?

Stuffy Tennis

Sutton Place Tennis Club feels stuffy sometimes. The red clay courts are immaculate, with a posh, country club feel, catering towards the upper east side elite. Apparently, there's an agreement with the New York Parks Department, which owns the land. Sutton Place Tennis Club doesn't feel like a public place, or a public park. These fine digs come with a price. The public can play for an even larger price. Some agreement made with the parks department. I don't enjoy tennis for the elite. I don't think that it has a place, especially when the parks department owns the real estate. 

Smoking Illegally

Smoke rolls around the tennis court, like there's some sort of fire. The court smells like a skunk, like freshly taken road kill. My opponent smokes a joint, offering me a toke. I pass, afraid of the effect that it may have on my game. I'm also more than a little concerned about the illegality of smoking marijuana. I don't want to be arrested on the tennis court. I'm not even smoking and I'm still paranoid. Getting stoned before playing tennis just doesn't work for me. Sure, maybe when I was younger. A few years back, I smoked before doing just about everything. My opponent doesn't have these problems. He doesn't seem to have any problems at all, except being unable to open his glassy, red eyes.