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 Winning Ugly Part 3:First
      Lesson of 2000
       by
      Steve Jamison
      
       Angst, anger, and cheerlessness are so common on the faces of amateur and professional
      tennis players today (Rusedski, Kefelnikov, Rios, Krajicek, and John
      McEnroe in his prime and now) that I wish to invoke a simple lesson offered
      by a 4.0 tennis friend of mine.  
      
       
        
          |   Win or lose,always a smile.
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      Helmut Schmidt plays tennis with a zest that sprays off him like a rambunctious 
      puppy shaking itself after running through a water sprinkler - 
      unbridled
      and infectious enthusiasm and exuberance. He's so eager to play that
      I mentioned him in WINNING UGLY (Simon and Schuster) as an example of the
      so-called 'fast-play' artist who speeds things up for a psychological edge
      (once we were standing in the parking lot next to the tennis courts when he
      spun his racket to see who served first!).
       Truthfully, Helmut isn't looking for any edge. He's just looking to play tennis;
      as much as possible, as soon as possible. Changeovers usually amount to
      nothing more than jogging from one end of the court to the other. 
      "Enough standing
      around. Let's do playing!" he will announce joyfully in his slightly fractured
      English. Boy, does he ever love tennis. It's going to be very tough for
      me to get used to saying, he did love tennis.
      Last week Helmut died. 
        A few months ago he had cancelled a match to
      have a bump
      on his wrist checked out. Cancer. A lot of us attended the funeral -  his wife, Carmen, Helmut's three children,
      his business associates, relatives, and, of course, his tennis buddies.
      Everyone will miss him in different ways, but friends from tennis are
      special.  
      
       
      Dr. George Sheehan, called the philosopher of fitness, wrote in his seminal
      work, RUNNING AND BEING, that our true challenge in life is to find that
      which liberates our spirit. He knew that participating in sports could do
      it. And, of all the sports, I believe tennis does it best - freeing our spirit,
      replenishing our zest for life, and unleashing an inner joy that is palpable.
      Forget about the exercise, the competition, even the money and titles.
      This great game offers the ongoing opportunity to reconnect with your very
      soul. 
      
       
        
          |   Steve and Helmut |  You and your tennis partners - I and mine -  engage in what can be a deeply
      enriching experience when we take racket in hand and start chasing that
      fuzzy yellow ball. It is a sacred encounter which can free our true selves
      from the routine, tedium, soul-deadening 'procedure', normalcy, stress and
      all else in daily life that destroys the child's genius for playfulness
      and
      creativity within us. Tennis offers you back the best of your childhood. This
      is a gift of the highest order. It not only nourishes during participation - if you avoid the trap of thinking
      that winning and great shots are the only thing -  but it then soaks into
      your being for hours, even days, afterwards. Even if you're just a hacker
      like Helmut. Or, me.
      
       Two days after the funeral I went to gather up Helmut's tennis gear from his
      locker and return it to his family. As the club manager opened locker #27,
      I stood before it almost reverently and considered how much pure fun these
      'tools of the trade' - a battered racket, scuffed shoes, socks, a sweat stained
      tennis shirt, some tennis balls apparently gathered up after his final
      match - had given Helmut and how little he knew of his fate when, for the
      last time, he placed them neatly in the locker, closed the door, and walked
      off to his destiny; filled, once again, with the bubbling joy that tennis
      had provided him. 
      
       
      Helmut isn't here as you head into the new year, new century and millennium,
      but his example of how to play tennis and what it is all about is well
      worth remembering as you strike that first ball in 2000. To see him running
      and grunting, grinning and groaning during a point was to witness someone
      completely caught up in the joy of being -  being a tennis player and,
      thus, being more truly alive.  What magic tennis offers those who understand
      this principle enough to act on it. It's a blessing to be able to play the game. At any level.  It's a blessing
      to be a tennis player who can enjoy the joy inherent in the game. Do that
      and you'll be a winner every time you play in the year 2000.
      
      
       
 Steve Jamison is available for personal appearances at your next event.
      Contact www.winningugly.com. 
        
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