I have to laugh at myself sometimes.
Every day I have to stretch my neck/spine. I lie on the floor with a towel under my neck for ten minutes gazing up at the ceiling.
I do it in front of the TV so I can listen to something that interests me.
Lately it has been football talk. Except now all the NFL network shows is replays of pre-season games.
Who the hell needs that?
Sports Center is a waste of time because all the commentators are trying so hard to be witty and to use cutesy terms that it makes me nautious.
So this morning I tuned in the U.S. Open.
Seconds into the stretch I laughed.
I am lying there listening to a racket hit a ball.
That's it. I don't know who is doing what, I don't know how the volley looks. I can't get excited, and even if the volley is a great one I cannot see it.
The commentators are doing their thing but it doesn't help me at all. I haven't stayed in touch with tennis and I don't recognize the names.
The only thing I could think of after laughing was how to describe to you in words the sound of a racket hitting a ball.
I can't do it.
I feel silly but my neck feels better.