I had an ex that thought I should get more exercise. (In all fairness, back then she was right.) I always wanted to try tennis so I got a racket and started playing. In her infinite wisdom, she pointed out that I probably shouldn't have picked a sport that required more than one person. (There's no pleasing some people.) I couldn't convince her to play with me, but her roommate and I used to sneak in a set or two during the week. Plus we'd play a full game at 6:00 AM on Sundays. I don't remember ever being so dehydrated or sunburned in my life.
My serve is nothing great, but I've developed a pretty good backhand. I just like the rush of running insanely back and forth, trying to keep the volley going.
But I hate deuce. Especially for the 15th time in one game.