As many of you know, I grew up in various racket clubs and tennis facilities. My first lessons were with Fred Kaviuk at Rosie's Park in Madison Heights, Mich., circa '77 before moving indoors with Jeff Delie -- who said the immortal words "Ken Walsh, get that slice off your forehand!" -- at Village Racquet Club in nearby Warren. Both were interesting characters, but I don't remember either of them looking quite as good as Seann William Scott does on the court in the new film "Balls Out: The Gary Houseman Story." Stiffler with a tennis racket? Have I died and gone to heaven? 
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Love your blog. :)
-Steve from Royal Oak, MI
Somehow I suspected these yummy shots would make it to your blog...
I may have to buy that movie on DVD...
Woof!!
Uh, yeah! And the 70s pornstache is so working for him. From one tennis fan to another, nice post!
So any pics of you in a jock playing tennis? :-)
This reminds of something that a good friend told me about. It happened when he was in college.
He was on the cross-country team and one day their coach couldn't make practice but the team met anyway. They decided to go running on a secluded path. With the exception of their running shoes they were all nude.
Sounds like a fun time to me! Would love to have had pics 'cause we all know collegiate runners have nice bodies.
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