One never knows about the future. Every once in a while a dream comes true. But what is that? Coincidence? Fate?
Yeah...the courts. Let's get some quantification on the courts. The engineering could be under way. Is there any reason why the secretive bastards that are asserting their discretions on the game of tennis wouldn't share them with us...the unwitting morons that they perceive us to be?
The ITF...what an outfit. Always has been. No wonder John McEnroe was having a tizzy that basically lasted for the duration of his career. Here he was at the zenith...playing five set finals at Wimbledon against the Norse God of Tennis Björn Borg and the ITF basically goes and change the rules on everyone for that matter. The real studs of tennis at that time didn't revert until the very last...Borg, McEnroe, Connors and Lendl.
The ITF somehow overnight basically ordained an anything goes policy...that is, they allowed for oversized racquets without any specifications whatsoever. For a hundred years or more the standard sized woodie was good enough for the lords and commoners alike. But all of a sudden...out of nowhere an intervention was underway. They said that size didn't matter. Guess what...it does. A reinvention. Did anybody notice that the racquets got bigger? A facetious question in light of tennis_chiro's query..."did anyone else notice this?" Trust me...nothing escapes me.
But they are back at it again. I predicted as much a couple of years ago. The game is ridiculously boring the way that it has been engineered and the only thing funny about it is how the mass public bought into it hook, line and sinker. Tennis is a metaphor for life much of the time...just look around you as the masses buy into the modern paradigm of life. Ha!
Last year there was a very good article that I read about precisely this...the engineering of the game. Much of the subject was about the speed of the courts at the Australian Open. There was much grousing and complaining going on by players, fans, journalists...everyone it seems was complaining that the courts were too damn slow and the bounce was too high. It doesn't take one of your genius PhD's to figure out that something has been rotten in Denmark for a very long time. Sometimes I wonder how guys like Rod Laver and the like can stomach the new game compared to the old...but the thing is these guys are all trying to make a buck still off of their legendary. It's human nature.
So here is my prediction...the game is under reconstruction once again. If it isn't...it should be. An entire basic part of the game has been deleted...the art of volleying, serve and volleying, approaching the net. All that is left is serve, forehand and backhand. Even the remaining elements are one track mentality...if you want to call that mentality. I would call it an absence of. A lot of the material here on this website has been more or less heading in this direction. The current effort of klacr invoking the memory of serve and volley and the like. Kirston Popp's classic game revisited...the opportunity attack. People don't like to talk about the obvious...conventional wisdom is synonymous with political correctness these days. Shhh....the NSA is listening.
So let the games begin. This stuff reminds me of Big Time Wrestling more and more. The coliseum of ancient Rome another venue that comes to mind. Trotting out these legends as coaches. Pure Hollywood. Coaching on the court. Can't players think for themselves any longer? What is so difficult in holding to a game plan...or even devising one? A player has a team around them? The ones that can afford them do...you see, it's all about the almighty buck in the end.
Don't get me wrong...I love tennis. At least I used to. But Roger Federer will soon be leaving the stadium. Perhaps not as dramatically as Elvis did...but just as significantly. I hear a giant sucking noise...like the air going out of a balloon. It's no coincidence the engineering is under way. There are no coincidences...not in politics.
Fafa vs. Joker in the final. The rest is foreplay. Let's keep an eye on the play at the net. Afterall...it is tennis, you know.




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