Like some gravy with your Beef ?

Just what is it that makes your life on Tennis V2 so good or so bad ?

Player idolisation ?

Player belittlement ?

Factual information ?

Flippant misrepresentation ?

Conversational gratification ?

Provocative badgering ?

Social interaction ?

Polarizing tribalism ?

All or any of these make a forum what it is, a place for an argumentative gathering of personal opinions, thoughts and ideas. A place to discuss each others persuasion, sentiment and theories. A place where compliment and criticism are reciprocal exchanges in an ever changing ocean of sympathy and spite. A place to further ones knowledge of the sport, to appreciate approval and suffer the slings and arrows of discontent when ones point of view is thrust into isolation because of its singularity.

Because this is a forum.

As such it bleeds and heals, grows and matures, expands and contracts with every fluctuation of its heart beat.

In the end, its final form can only be an infusion of what its creators intended and what its contributors bestow upon the pages of its countenance.

Be it Frankenstein's monster or Gabriel's adoration, its soul will determine whether it is a place of infinite wisdom or finite ignorance.

In your hands is the putty, the clay, what you fashion from this is up to you.

And with that comes a great responsibility and the apparatus to bring parity and respect into your contributions or disproportion and disdain. I wish you luck, for the die is almost cast and the clay will soon be fired.

Hello



I like this thread,

I will contribute.


It is always hard to say what you want to say,
To be relaxed, carefree, let the right words out, in the right way,
To swim in seas, fearless and brave,
Traverse frontiers, scale mountain tops, crest after wave.

To hold your head up high,
Even though ignominy and adversity, your path belie.
To dream a dream, now a memory, bitter and sweet,
To hold together, and relish the latter, however fleet.

For indeed, the canyons of despair are deep;
I have walked in shadows, where none but the soulless creep.
Through Vesuvius’s eruptions and Dante’s infernos,
A journey of fear, stalked by a tale of woes.

We lived, we loved, tempestuous, ephemeral and brief,
But in the depths of my soul, these memories I keep.
You were my star, my radiance, a terrestrial light,
Competing with the heavens, Sirrius’s celestial might.

Alas, all things must come to an end,
The annals of history, time, is just a moment lent.

emancipator - universal tennis correspondent and part-time literary connoisseur.

Hello



I like that post, thanks for contributing some great prose.

I can't top that.

I like the phrase 'polarising tribalism'.

I'm all for flippancy and misrepresenting is what people excel at. From Father Christmas onwards.

Jubbahey wrote:Hello



I like that post, thanks for contributing some great prose.

I can't top that.

Hello again



Thankyou,



I appreciated your original sentiments; they inspired me to post.

Beware of the "invisible" women says I...
And people who take their shoes off and put their
smelly feet on the tables in cyber cafes
Where please and thank you don't fare so well
Because fines are cheap and can be afforded.

You know, when I go down the pub, I like to have a good conversation with anyone and if someone's opinion differs to mine, we have a little argument, nothing insulting or hateful, just each trying to convert the others ideal. It either ends with no compromise or a general agreement, but no animosity as both sides of the coin have been aired and it always seems appropriate to acknowledge the other persons opinion as that based on different lifestyles and choices, its what makes the world go round, variety.

But if someone should keep banging on about the same thing over and over again, never give in and shout you down all the time, then I don 't think he/she would be very popular and if this same person would come into the pub every day and provoke arguments, the landlord would chuck him/her out.

Simple reason is that it upsets his customers and that's not conducive to making a profit as they may go elsewhere.

I think the analogy is fitting for a forum too.

Jubbahey wrote:You know, when I go down the pub, I like to have a good conversation with anyone and if someone's opinion differs to mine, we have a little argument, nothing insulting or hateful, just each trying to convert the others ideal. It either ends with no compromise or a general agreement, but no animosity as both sides of the coin have been aired and it always seems appropriate to acknowledge the other persons opinion as that based on different lifestyles and choices, its what makes the world go round, variety.

But if someone should keep banging on about the same thing over and over again, never give in and shout you down all the time, then I don 't think he/she would be very popular and if this same person would come into the pub every day and provoke arguments, the landlord would chuck him/her out.

Simple reason is that it upsets his customers and that's not conducive to making a profit as they may go elsewhere.

I think the analogy is fitting for a forum too.

I take Tenez doesn't use your pub then

You little you.

We did have a stranger who once came in and began a rabid Nadal bash and a local nurse tried the Heimlich Manoeuvre on him because she thought he had something "stuck" in his throat.

Poem in 4 acts. by Polished Man

Act. I

I will ascend to save the all

of you fellow admirer of the racket ball

I'll leed you where the tennis is fest

and the human curiosity never rest

where homogeneity will not prevail

over a blessed good humored smile

NITB:

I really like the "smelly feet" bit.

Thanks so much, you made me happy!

Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww

Women and smelly feet don't seem to go together, don't know why, maybe its that they tend to wash more than men.

Anyways,

This thread is chugging along nicely,
Getting fed by things, precisely,
Going forward in moves and graces,
Portending rhymes with candid condolences,
With finesse by whispered contrivances,
Given room to air and breath,
It might herald an era of Gold.