My partner has some device that supposedly measures speed. He just loves to trot it out in front of students…beginners and intermediates especially. I believe that he does it to impress them. Let's put it this way…I know that he does. He fires away…some pretty wild efforts I have to admit. It's all about ego. Speed kills. We live in times of "shock and awe". I am really unimpressed. It's only bigger racquets…giving us superior feelings.
On the other hand there is me. I preach to let the motion develop your speed. Allow your speed to build as your motion gets better. Less effort…better results. It is more important to learn how to spin the ball and place the ball with the proper grip. As far as the other strokes go…having a radar gun on them is totally a waste of time. I impress my students by hitting three serves in a row and have them all going on the same line.
I have to admit that I do it to impress them…to impress upon them the need for placement and intelligent tactics. I impress my students by hitting 25 forehands in a row against the wall at a 8 X 11 sheet of paper at three quarter speed and build it up to full speed…then dialing down to half speed. Control is the drug…and I am always in control. Well…except when I am out of control. What is power? Control. What is control? A combination of spin, placement…and speed. Give me a device that measures control…I'll buy it!
Once you start trying to better your mph you begin to ruin the motion. When the object becomes one of measurable or quantifiable the human psyche takes over and it is all about ego. The only time that I ever had any shot "timed" was at the Eiffel Tower when I was in Paris for the French Open this year. They had built a nice clay court there in front of the park that the Tower is in and a bit of distance away from the court they had set up a "booth" to measure serve speed. It was pretty crowded.
To tell you the truth I cannot remember how fast I served…and I couldn't care less. I probably would have hurt my arm if I had gotten too excited…trying to serve balls out without warming up properly. I noticed a couple of the mademoiselles looking at me with admiring glances. They like my "Rico Suave" attitude. They liked my sexy motion. Slow backswing and big finish. French women get it. They weren't going for the macho nonsense. Get my drift.
We had a friendly conversation…you can imagine. It was the Parisian hour.

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