Alright, so you wanna know about this “statham tennis,” huh? I don’t know much about fancy stuff, but I can tell ya what I see. Folks these days, they like to dress up like them tennis players, even when they ain’t playin’ no tennis. Heard some city folks callin’ it “tenniscore.” Sounds like a disease, if ya ask me.
What’s all the fuss about? I guess them tennis clothes, they look kinda sporty, but still kinda… nice. Like, you could wear ’em to the store or to a picnic, and nobody’d think you just rolled outta bed. My grandaughter, she’s always lookin’ at pictures of them tennis players on that phone of hers. Says they got good style. I tell her, “Honey, style is wearin’ somethin’ that keeps ya warm in the winter and cool in the summer. That’s all ya need.” But she don’t listen. Kids these days!
- The clothes they wear: You got them little skirts, and them dresses, and them shirts with the collars. Some of ’em wear them little shorts, too. Looks comfortable enough, I reckon. But I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of them skirts. My old knees ain’t what they used to be!
- The shoes they got: Now, them shoes, they look alright. Sneakers, they call ’em. Some are white, some are green, some are… well, they got all sorts of colors. Heard tell there’s these fancy ones, “Cariuma” or somethin’, that the young folks are crazy about. Said they’re good for running around or just looking pretty. I stick to my good ol’ work boots, myself. They seen me through many a harvest.
- Where folks wear this stuff: Like I said, they ain’t just wearin’ this stuff on the tennis court. They wearin’ it to the store, to the park, to… well, everywhere, I guess. It’s like them yoga pants, remember them? Same kinda thing, I figure. Comfortable clothes that folks wear all the time. I guess if it makes ’em happy, more power to ’em.
I seen some folks on TV, them tennis stars, I mean. They got all kinds of fancy outfits. One fella, Tiafoe, I think they called him. My grandaughter, she likes him. Says he’s got good “tennis fashion.” Whatever that means. He finished in the top 20, she said, which means he must be pretty good at hittin’ that little ball. But to me, he just looks like a fella in shorts and a shirt. Nothin’ special, if ya ask me.
But them city folks, they like to make a big deal outta everything. So, they got this “tennis-chic” thing going on. Chic? What in the tarnation does that even mean? Sounds like somethin’ you’d feed to chickens. But I guess it means lookin’ fancy, even when you ain’t. Like wearin’ a nice shirt with them sneakers, or somethin’. I dunno. It all sounds like a bunch of hooey to me.
So, if you wanna try this “statham tennis” thing, or whatever they call it, go ahead. Get yourself a pair of them sneakers, and a shirt with a collar. Maybe even a little skirt, if you’re feelin’ brave. Just don’t come cryin’ to me when your knees get cold! And don’t forget, work boots are always in style, far as I’m concerned.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They don’t care about no tennis fashion, that’s for sure. They just care about gettin’ their bellies full. And that’s somethin’ I understand.

This whole “tennis-chic” trend, they say it’s gonna stick around. Experts, they call themselves. Well, I ain’t no expert, but I’ve seen a lot of fads come and go. Remember them bell bottoms? And them big hair-dos? Yeah, well, this tennis thing might be the same. Here today, gone tomorrow. But who knows, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe folks will be wearin’ tennis skirts to church next Sunday. Wouldn’t that be a sight?
I tell ya what, though, if it gets folks movin’ and active, then maybe it ain’t so bad. Better than sittin’ on the couch all day, starin’ at that little screen. So, go on, get yourself a tennis racket, even if you don’t know how to use it. Swing it around a little. Get some fresh air. And if you happen to look good doin’ it, well, that’s just a bonus, ain’t it?
And that’s all I gotta say about “statham tennis.” It’s just clothes, folks. Don’t get too worked up about it. There’s more important things in life than lookin’ like you just stepped off a tennis court. Like family, and friends, and a good cup of coffee in the mornin’. Now, you take care, ya hear?