My young son is really getting into tennis and I grew up playing as well so I’m excited. It’s hard not to let my imagination run wild about him walking out cen

My young son is really getting into tennis and I grew up playing as well so I’m excited. It’s hard not to let my imagination run wild about him walking out center court at Wimbledon (okay fine I’d take the French Open too), with me in the stands cheering him on. But then I see what it takes to even get to a D1 level (private coaching, academies where he’s fodder for the golden goose, et al) let alone making it to The Show and I would never in a million years want to subject my child to that kind of torture. I’ve come to accept it’s most likely he might play in high school and him and I can enjoy playing together as a fun bonding activity. Serena said in that HBO documentary about her that she’d never put her kids into the Tennis machine and that’s about as much validation as I’ll ever need.