Originally posted by licensedcoach
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Originally posted by bottle
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But as I remember it as a teenager who was prone to partying a good deal even as we were training some six hours a day at the camp the stroke was pretty flat. Whether he spun it under or over it was what you would call a heavy ball...it knocked the racquet out of your hands if you didn't square it in the middle of the strings.
Keep in mind that in those days...it was wood and gut. His racquet was particularly heavy with a 5" grip. No leather...just the wood with some rather small grooves longitudinally up the handle for better gripping. Exaggerated spin was not yet the technique and it would have been impossible with that kind of equipment.
The best way to put it is in his own words...it was the most natural stroke imaginable...the racquet just seemed to roll through the ball. But the whole game was like that. His whole game was like that. Natural. Just like the wood and the gut. It's interesting...many call his backhand the best shot in tennis ever...not just the best backhand. Just as many say the Pancho Segura two handed forehand was the best shot in tennis ever. But you always have to remind yourself that it was done with a wood racquet...that changes the whole conceptual frame of reference. You simply cannot compare it to the shots of today.
I remember one day musing to myself here in Sweden after some practice...feeling pretty good about my self. I was the same age as Mr. Budge as when I knew him...58 or so. I was wondering to myself...could I have competed with the old boy with the way that I was playing. But then I had a reality check...and I realized that I was playing with 100 square inches of graphite.
Once I asked him if he would hit a few balls with me and he said, "Why sure Steve...go and fetch my racquet in the ball room." I will never forget that there were four frames lying there on the bench and I grabbed one of them and held it in my hand and just gazed at it and taking in the immense beauty of his blunderbuss...his trusty wood tree of a racquet.
It may of been slice. It may have been flat. Whatever it was...over or under...it was a modicum. Just enough and not too much. It was perfect. Mr. Budge's backhand.
I hope that I didn't disappoint.

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