And all because your racket is strung with a fighting heart of supremely live genuine gutstring.

At first I was acutely aware of how close we were, but then—when Dan started steam-shoveling food into his mouth—I laughted and relaxed into the moment.

He kept whoever it was waiting while he wiped up the beany mess.

There’s a hint of tropicality, with mango kicking in on the crisp citrus finish.