In tennis, ‘love’ is on the other side of the spectrum. It’s the equivalent of nothing, nada, rien, nichts.
How is it then that an Indo-European word meant to show great belief and affection turns to anger and disgust in the world of tennis?
When we are down love-40 in a game of tennis, it conjures up thought that we are inadequate, and that perhaps we should find a new job, hobby, or general change in the path our life is heading.
But what if being down love-40 is exactly what we need in order to breakthrough and perform our best?
Every day there are unnecessary things in life that bring us down and draw energy out of us. It’s those times when our character is tested that we see exactly how strong we are.
That we are indeed empowered, in control, and the serve is ours for the taking if only we believe.
The next time you are down love-40 in tennis or life, think of it as an advantage to prove your passion and dedication.
To a tennis player and spectator, love can turn from anger and disgust into glory and triumph in a matter of seconds. There is no greater reward than to come back from the depths of despair and stand up victorious and joyful.
This column is dedicated to the ‘love’ of tennis: the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s called Romi’s Rants, Raves and Missives.
So true and so eloquently put.