When I lost my job as a slot bench tech at a local casino nearly 3 years ago, I took up the game of tennis again.
I started back in the 80's trying to perfect my strokes over the years but I still consider myself a 4.3 player. Any
thing above 6.5 is a professional. More advance players are too serious for my blood.....I wouldn't be able to
tolerate back to back tournaments in trying to climb that tennis ladder.
My style of game is that I play with anybody and everybody -- often times I've been asked to show them some
basic and advance strokes but I held off, thinking of my own struggles of htting that damn ball. I would rather
whack the ball from base line to base line without playing any games or keeping score. I really enjoy a non stop
rally, even playing a ball outside the lines. Long 30-45 minutes of rallying for about 2-3 hours and then I'm done,
like overdone. I'm a hurtin' puppy but I love it.
Over the years watching so many videos and on court instructions (I'm cheap and self taught), my strongest
stroke has to be my backhand slice. Actually, it has something to do with confidence which my forehand, volley
and serve needs more tweaking. However, I do like chasing a wide shot off my backhand and then slicing it down
the line for a winner. The player opposite me just shakes his head in amazement. Hey, i just close my eyes and
and whack that damn ball! Sometimes I tell the ladies I need to check my pants when I hit a good one.....he, he.
Eye contact is my biggest problem. Or perhaps concentration is another word for it. I become lazy, not moving
my feet, like someone put super glue on my shoes. In spite of that, I thoroughly enjoy the game. I'm not out for
blood and often times, I really like to laugh at my goofy self whenever I miss-hit an easy one. Fortunately, at the
age of 62, I can still hang with the younger guns on the court.
Perhaps that is my blessing in disguise.