Elevated almost. Like a new man. A new tennis man. Old burdens gone. The knowledge of futility is eliminated. It is no longer true. An ascension to a higher tennis plane. Planned long ago, a better game developed. Intentional and deliberate, recurring and recurring. Overcoming breaks and strains. Catching breaths and hydrating constantly. The pace is important. Anxious hurries and double fault worries are fatal. Incredible the interior games within the match. Nerves lit and sweat pouring into pools. The heat and the winds drying it quickly. Too much tennis charity from my opponent. Too many mistakes. Comebacks and advantages. No cross court power today. Unusual. Standing back unleashes the pop. The pronation gives the serve another look. From the top of the swing, after the butt muscles have launched and as the shoulder turn has snapped back. Chin up. Tournagrips are needed, in abundent supply. Headbands and bandanas. The net was giving. Shots of destiny, games of inexplicable victory. Ronnie Wood can sing. Bound For Glory with Neil Young and Waylon and Willie. Music is a fabulous addition to Isner Scoring Method culture. A Kazenian improvement made possible and pracical by Bluetooth. Evolution of the glowface era. The future shines bright indeed. The light! The light! It is truth. The classic match victory over The Lion Duke Joe Vita, my first in 32 years of regular tennis, was a moment of exaltation. The page can turn, although now, I want to be a Duke too. KOtC8 is two months from now. Preparations continue. Mahut!
Elevated almost. Like a new man. A new tennis man. Old burdens gone. The knowledge of futility is eliminated. It is no longer true. An ascension to a higher tennis plane. Planned long ago, a better game developed. Intentional and deliberate, recurring and recurring. Overcoming breaks and strains. Catching breaths and hydrating constantly. The pace is important. Anxious hurries and double fault worries are fatal. Incredible the interior games within the match. Nerves lit and sweat pouring into pools. The heat and the winds drying it quickly. Too much tennis charity from my opponent. Too many mistakes. Comebacks and advantages. No cross court power today. Unusual. Standing back unleashes the pop. The pronation gives the serve another look. From the top of the swing, after the butt muscles have launched and as the shoulder turn has snapped back. Chin up. Tournagrips are needed, in abundent supply. Headbands and bandanas. The net was giving. Shots of destiny, games of inexplicable victory. Ronnie Wood can sing. Bound For Glory with Neil Young and Waylon and Willie. Music is a fabulous addition to Isner Scoring Method culture. A Kazenian improvement made possible and pracical by Bluetooth. Evolution of the glowface era. The future shines bright indeed. The light! The light! It is truth. The classic match victory over The Lion Duke Joe Vita, my first in 32 years of regular tennis, was a moment of exaltation. The page can turn, although now, I want to be a Duke too. KOtC8 is two months from now. Preparations continue. Mahut!