In the grand theatre of existence, few contrasts prove quite so philosophically jarring as that between the three-toed sloth and the sport of tennis. One has perfected the art of doing absolutely nothing with remarkable dedication. The other demands participants sprint, leap, and contort themselves into positions that would make a chiropractor weep with joy.
The Royal Society for Improbable Comparisons has long argued that understanding emerges from juxtaposition. And so we find ourselves here, clipboard in hand, attempting to determine whether deliberate lethargy or frantic racquet-wielding represents the superior approach to life.