Ah, that’s the science of friction and give, my dear. On clay, the grit grabs the ball, slows it down—like my knees on a tired morning. Grass is slick, makes it skid low and fast, just like how time seems to slip now. Hard court is the harsh truth—no mercy in the bounce, much like these joints that won't cushion a thing anymore. I know because my evening tennis is just for moving these old bones; the court under me teaches me more about resistance than any book ever did.
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