Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Serve, its all about the serve.

I felt the wind go through my hair and knew there was no turning back.  I want a monster serve.  Theoretically, if you have the ball in your hand, you are starting and should win the point.  Not so with me.  I have a patsy wimpy serve.

I lost a match at the Corporate Tennis league to a man, probably in his late 50's, 6-3, 6-1.  He had a great serve.

I asked him to critique my serve.  He said I wasn't starting far enough behind to create velocity when whipping my arm around to meet the ball.

So I tried it a few times.  Don't be afraid to whack the ball he said.  So I did.  It felt great.  Let me try again, and again and again and again.  I felt the velocity the larger space created by bringing my arm all the way back before making contact.  I practiced whacking the ball so hard, not necessarily getting it in the box.

When I did, I felt the wind go through my hair and knew there was no turning back.  I am destined to have a monster serve.  [when?]

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