In which I have an epiphany

I've decided tennis is the perfect marital sport.

My Man and I played during our Fantastical Free Weekend, in true hoity-toity fashion.

And during the many minutes I spent chasing balls, I ruminated upon the subject that is tennis.

Thing first.

It's easy to keep score. There aren't many rules. I can follow them. (I STILL don't really get football.)

It's equally masculine and feminine. There need not be any embarrassment on either side. (He would never do Pilates with me, for example.)

It is fun for all skill levels. Even if you are completely deplorable at the sport, you still spend just as much time as an expert hitting the ball back and forth. (On the other hand, when 'playing' basketball, I basically never touch the ball.)

It's a decent workout. Not much standing around, waiting. And yet you're not running constantly, either. There's room for conversation. (I think it falls somewhere in between soccer and golf.)

It's fairly accessible. And outside. Most places have tennis courts, and once you buy rackets - which can be had for cheap, if you so desire - you're done. (Ice skating and skiing this is not.)

It's easy to fit into a schedule. You can play it for fifteen minutes or two hours. (Whereas swimming you couldn't squeeze into a nap schedule.)

It's perfect for two. You don't need more people to have fun. (Baseball for one couple is laughable.)

It's fairly ageless. Young people play it. Old people play it. (I've never seen the elderly play hockey, however.)

And most of all, My Man loves it.