The ace up my sleeve
I'm waiting for the day when some innocent kiddo asks me, "what's with the people who stand along the tennis courts, and peer at the court-lines with great interest?" Labels: obscurantism, Tennis, Wimbledon
"Haven't you heard them scream Ooooooohhhh or Oooouchh," I'd ask.
"Yes I think so. They do squeal now and then during a game."
"That is their job you see? They are carefully positioned so that any ball landing just outside the court hits them, and those that land inside misses them. And of course they yelp in pain when they get hit. Helps the umpire make the right decision. Might sound archaic but is actually very accurate."
"Makes sense. Thanks bro."
(Spreading knowledge- that's what I'm here for.)
