Me and my ball machine

I've been approached with skepticism about whether or not I'm on the court as often as I say. Hence, it has become necessary to publicly assure everyone that I am not dating anyone and 'playing tennis' is not a lie to cover up some secret romance. As unrealistic as it seems, I just love the game that much. Plus, all this time I am dedicating to practice is certainly paying off. Just recently, I advanced to a new level of play and, although there are a lot of mishits, it's an amazing feeling when you perfectly connect with a 70 mph ball and it effortlessly rolls off your racquet and glides over the net landing just before the base line with the same ferocity with which it arrived. That's why I play 25/7.

So, sorry folks, the only significant other in my life right now is a ball machine. Actually, it's an ideal companion because it is dependable, adjusts for just the right setting depending on my needs/mood, is working with me to achieve something great, and doesn't get jealous if I play with others. Now if only I could get it to accompany me to the theatre.