Stereotypes at the Adult Summer Tennis Camp

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This is a second in a series of posts where I document the various stereotypes I observe in weird situations.  Last time I focused on the various characters at adults-only skate night, today I would like to outline the various stereotypes I encountered at last week's tennis camp.  Matt and I signed up for this intense clinic, it was about 2 and a half hours every night for a week.  With a bunch of people who took it waaaaay too seriously:

  1. Middle-aged balding guys with something to prove
    Quantity: 1
    Uniform: matching black official tennis™ shirt and shorts, paired with radioactively white shoes
    Specialties: serving as hard as he could against lower level girl players just to be a douche, cussing when missing shots in warmup or other times it really didn't matter

  2. Middle-aged Asian lesbians
    Quantity: 2
    Uniform: baggy shirts and shorts, wrist guards, short hair, glasses
    Specialties: looking androgynous, volleying, grunting

  3. Asian girl who thought she was starring in her own tennis manga
    Quantity: 1
    Uniform: pigtail buns, expensive tennis dress, spandex coverings on shins and upper arms (?)
    Specialties: giggling, nodding at everything the instructors said, giggling, standing behind the instructors to point and help reiterate the points they were making as if she were their own personal Vanna White, taking way too much pride when they used her in example scenarios...and then ruining the example scenarios by putting shots away unnecessarily

  4. Asian girl who was terrified of everything
    Quantity: 1
    Uniform: aeropostale tracksuit
    Specialties: making a very concerned face, making a very confused face, making a very scared face

  5. The guy who had no business being in an intermediate class
    Quantity: 1
    Uniform: head-to-toe lacoste
    Specialties: hitting the ball out of bounds, hitting the ball into the net, hitting himself with his racket

  6. The girl who did not take it all that seriously, joked around too much, and smarted off to the instructors, especially the cute ones (ahem, I mean YOU Federico)
    Quantity: 1
    Uniform: "ridin' dirty" motorcross t-shirt with a tennis skirt from target, these rad shoes
    Specialties: managing to be in the bottom level despite taking tennis lessons for 3 consecutive years, choking on important shots, laughing at everything

Did you catch that?  Number six is ME!!!

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hydrogeek Author Profile Page said:

I truly love the stereotype entries. But I kind of hate you for getting to go to tennis camp. It's a wash.

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