Match point

How many hot rooms I've lounged in,
slack jawed and listless,
wondering what other kinds of games
exist where you get points
directly from
the other player's mistakes.
I thought I didn't really care,
but then every summer I'm shouting when
it hits the net, or
craving Robinson's squash,
or
thinking how I'm
turned on by aces.
I like to judge the
girlfriends' blow dries,
am amused by the slo mo replays,
and I say we must go and play tennis,
knowing that if we actually went
I wouldn't like how big the court seems,
preferring to watch them little,
highly competent and sinewy
on the screen,
while I lounge in hot rooms,
craving Robinson's squash.