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? 
