The legend goes that Pete could hit every serve off of the same toss. When Pete was young the legend goes that his coach would call out which serve type to hit after Pete had already tossed the ball and he would have to make the target.
Like some freshly initiated monk at the shoulin temple learning to snatch a pebble out of his masters hand before he could close it, legend goes that Pete would fail miserably for months until one fateful day.
Dehydrated and exhausted and baking under the brutal Los Angeles Sun, he was ready to quit trying and go play some golf, when he had a vision.
It was a vision he'd had before, but this time it was so lucid he could smell it. He saw himself on center court at Wimbledon lifting the trophy, with his idol Rod Laver clapping. He envisioned the ball kids looking on with reverence and awe and when the voice of his coach woke him from his dream he tried again.
Only this time was different. The ball seemed to float. More like a puff of cigar smoke than a felt covered piece of rubber, just waiting for him to decide what he wanted it to do.
He heard his coach call "T" and rather than trying to contort himself in some way he simply turned his thumb down a little earlier on the way to the ball.
His coach called "wide" and he turned it down later.
And the art of the disguised serve was mastered.
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Like some freshly initiated monk at the shoulin temple learning to snatch a pebble out of his masters hand before he could close it, legend goes that Pete would fail miserably for months until one fateful day.
Dehydrated and exhausted and baking under the brutal Los Angeles Sun, he was ready to quit trying and go play some golf, when he had a vision.
It was a vision he'd had before, but this time it was so lucid he could smell it. He saw himself on center court at Wimbledon lifting the trophy, with his idol Rod Laver clapping. He envisioned the ball kids looking on with reverence and awe and when the voice of his coach woke him from his dream he tried again.
Only this time was different. The ball seemed to float. More like a puff of cigar smoke than a felt covered piece of rubber, just waiting for him to decide what he wanted it to do.
He heard his coach call "T" and rather than trying to contort himself in some way he simply turned his thumb down a little earlier on the way to the ball.
His coach called "wide" and he turned it down later.
And the art of the disguised serve was mastered.
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