One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life. A Chinese proverb.
I finally got a chance to practice my serve with new grip and arm twisting. Even was only one hopper, but it’s good. I’ve been serving that way, but during crucial moment, I’d resort back to my flat serve.
Jonathan and I lost to SAndy 6:3. I said we’ll try to win once before winter sets in. John is nice, never loses his cool, even when I make the stupidest mistake, over and over again. Not even flinching. Later Simon and I played Bob and Andy, lost 6:0. I’ll hate to make excuses, but I was tired and my thighs are extremely painful, since last week. Don’t even remember what cause that. Anyway, Tony came as we were chatting and drinking, Simon was dishing his zillion-time advice to me, Tony said, “Simon, you’re a saint, a very patient man. You’ve been playing with her since last year .. I know this even I only played with her twice ..” Simon laughed and took a drag at his little cigarette, “Sunny played with her even longer, and he said he wants nothing to do with her any more.” Last time Simon joked to Golfer that he’s going to dump me soon if I don’t change. Lord, isn’t tennis just for fun? Do I really want that 4.0? Can I play it like fun game without using my brain? Lou walked in as they were Irene trashing, he defended me a little: we had a good game last night. Each person has different take on my game, provides me with very different advice. Sunny’s – keep you eye on the ball, don’t jump. Simon says hit deep, lob. Xiao Lee picks my jumping right away, shifting your weight. Lou has his favored 1, 2, 3 method, only if I could remember. Seriously, I get ready, wrist my grip, turn my body and shoulder .. all in preparation for a simply fore or backhand during couple of seconds of time. Oh, I never shift my weight. That’s a grave mistake. Simon picks on my doubles game than my form more. Why do I still love playing??
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