Here's some ball boy at the Barcelona Open whose name nobody bothered to get, because he's a ball boy, experiencing the lowest and highest points of his career in a matter of seconds. First he eats the wall hard, like a living/breathing metaphor for the awkwardness of puberty. Then he plays through injury, and stands up straight, recovering in a true show of professionalism. With an attitude like this there are nothing but great things ahead in this industry for him.
We feel like we've seen this before.
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[via @stroppadel]
