I always derived more pleasure from putting away a difficult volley, than an opponent missing a pass, or putting up a sitter. I still remember a few half volley put aways at match point up, that normal people cannot hit. I was about 30 before I ever tried to come into the net, inspired by an Australian: Sharky, a local guy, who insulted me: "He's big, he can't serve, he can't volley. Why doesn't he learn how to hit a serve and come into the net?", and Sharky died of a heart attack, red faced and dead, the day he played me in 98 degree heat, a few years later, after I beat him 4 and 4, while serving and volleying, and running his asshole ass into the grave. Low and away, sliced, Sharky, low and away from you. (ONly sharky died after playing me the same day!) The only 4.5 tournaments I've won, have been serving and coming in, off a twist/kick.
The only thing that's fair in this life, is death.
The only thing that's fair in this life, is death.
Comment