Only delusional dreamers would try that. Who, in their right minds, would attempt it? Take on the established, normalized cultures of our lives. To resist expectations and surprise. Outlandish. Usually, wrapped in prestige, tradition, and respectability. Just enough righteouness to keep it sustained, just enough for a slow, but steady, growth. Keep it together for a hundred years and no one on earth will know an alternative. Nationalism, religion, economics, political philosophies, relationships of all types. And, yes, scoring methods.
The morning of King Of The Court 10, a rejection of the numbing scoring systems of the past, a repudiation of idleness, a slap at subjective ratings and carpetbagging strategies. A flip to the USTA for propping up this nonsense through fees and grants. An app could replace the whole operation. Along with the Isner Scoring Method, a tennis revolution could emerge in America.
If tennis is to thrive and realize its potential as the greatest sport in the world, it must bloom. To gather for a common reason, to exhaust the body, to test the mind. No sitting around, no excuses, no whining. Only grunts and screams and slams and drops and slices and down the lines. Some loves and deuces and moulettes. Overheads and bailouts. Wides, longs, and just missed. Double faults.
Watch the ball to the strings, take the short angles, limit the backswing, and finish the motion. The morning is here, the future is unknown for now. Royalty will be decided by early afternoon, they will be celebrated and toasted by dusk. The modern tennis court. The Royal Court of KOtC10.
Mahut!!