Every week for the past three summers I’ve paid a man who insults my short, pudgy figure and makes me run in the blistering heat. I endure this treatment not only because I want to, but also because I know that if I do not, I will let myself down as well as an influential friend. A typical conversation during my private lesson between my tennis coach Ogidi Obi and me sounds like this: “Get off your lazy butt, Greg.” “I’m sorry, Ogidi.” “You should be playing every day. Why aren’t you”? “I have a lot of homework these days. My classes are getting tougher.” “What do you do each day for fitness? 250 crunches? 1000 jump ropes? 1-mile run? Not enough. Do twice that a day.” “Ok, I’ll start tomorrow.” “You don’t have the time and energy to do fitness and homework? Tough.” Usually I wouldn’t take this abuse without a rebuttal but there is something about Ogidi’s tone of voice that pushes me to continue this rigorous routine.
Perhaps its because in the back of my mind I know that he is looking out for my immediate and long-term results and that its not out of spite, anger, or as an abuse of his authority over me. Ogidi has always pushed me to my physical limits to progress my tennis game. Earning his respect required hard work and toil, both of which I put forth because I admire his ability to play tennis. He is a tall, ganguly, 28 year old, African-American man who laughs like a gangster from an old black and white film. Throughout our friendship on and off the tennis court we have shared many deep thoughts to one another. Our conversations have spanned from technique on striking the tennis ball to philosophical and religious issues.
The Term Paper on Arthur Ashe Jr Tennis Black Player
Arthur Ashe did many things in his life; he was a great tennis player, father, son, role model, and social activist. It is amazing to think that Arthur Ashe as a black man was able to achieve all he did coming from where he did, and that he was able to do it in a society dominated by white people. Born in Richmond, Virginia to a lower class black family, Arthur Ashe had to deal with many hardships ...
I have learned to look for the next point and not to dwell on the past. The fact that we contrast so much makes our friendship all the more comical. Speaking of differences, Ogidi is extremely intimidating, unlike myself. The first time I met him I panicked just approaching the court he was on. I stumbled over my clumsy feet and my hands trembled to the point that my racquet fell out of my sweaty palms. I don’t know whether it is because he is a foot taller than me or because he looks angry most of the time, but he just has an unconscious ability to make a person’s heart beat just a little faster in fear.
However, he also has an affable side that has kept me sane through the craziest of times. During my strenuous junior year, for instance, Ogidi provided me a way to relax, have fun, and release my aggression through tennis. He changed from being just a trusted friend to becoming a sage advisor. His wisdom guided me through my hectic year and boosted my confidence into the tennis season. I would end up avenging losses against people I thought I never could beat at tennis and he helped me relax by exposing me to daily meditation exercises.
Without a doubt Ogidi Obi has influenced me in a larger way than I had ever imagined: he has given me a better eye for the tennis court and a better vision for life.