Tennis - Pleasure and Frustration Rolled Into One

Folks:
I have a friend on my tennis team (let's call him MR) who loves to vent his frustration and pleasure - he wears emotion on his sleeve.  Before any of you cast stones or crook your nose, let me tell you that he is not alone.  I have been known to let out a yelp or two.  Also, going back to my tennis days in Johnstown, PA, my other friend RN could also bring the house down w/ his booming cry.  At the 4.0-4.5 level that we all play at, mistakes come easily while winners are few and far between.  I wrote a little ditty to commemorate the few moments that I can remember that led to MR (or for argument sake any of us) venting.  Every so often, even at our level, a day of frustration does end on a high note.  Enjoy!

78 mph serve, excellent return,

An even better volley.

Up Up Up, crush the short ball

Down the middle or in the alley

Lunging server, lollipop floater

Botched overhead, look of psyche

Thundering cry, “WAKE UP MIKE”

On adjoining court, stoppage of play

Returner cries “I couldn’t concentrate”

Partner, “It was OUT!  My call was late”

Server argues, “That was my best! Great!”

Ensuing argument, frustrated 4.0s

(First court) netted volley, son-of-a-tike,

Thundering cry, “WAKE UP MIKE”

Deuce-side slice, into the net

“REACH UP MIKE”, get up there

Pre-second serve conference

Plotting his next move

Returner anxiously waiting

Is the man in a funk or a groove?

Up goes the toss, serving arm’s tight

Thundering cry, “WAKE UP MIKE”

Weary third set super-tiebreak 
Versus Scarborough Scoundrels

9-8 RC#1, receiving on Court #3

First serve's a fault, kicking deuxième

Favorite slice return, MR fame

Low-speed return volley, crushing spike

Thundering cry, “COME ON MIKE”