Hit with three people WAY above my level today. (Er guess we played doubles but that was after the first thirty minutes).  Seeing that my serve was earn’t some respect today (as it was noticed last Monday)..  Only served one game but it was on. did not double fault.  Lost 45-30. Played first serve in.  We were playing two on one.  Took three serves for the first point.  Placement.  Slow to medium.  top spin.  It was that beginning of “GAME” feeling again.  (I remember it).  Throw the ball above and forward of your head.  Watch it.  Whatch the raquet hit the ball.  The toss has to be right.  Tonight it was.  Generic!  Watch it hang there.  Flat. Spin. Slice. Spin  All tosses very close to the same toss.  Bunce it.  Hold it.  look at the target.  Toss the ball.  Watch it,  One (form your intention) Two.  Swing.  Watch the ball get smaaaacked.   Lower your head.  Watch the ball do what your muscles told it to.  See your intention HAppENN.  Create the moment.

I do not have a powerful serve.  I know that.  Top speed…  I have no idea. But it ain’t fast.  I cannot do that yet.  My speed is not accurate at all.  YET!  But a slower serve allows me to mess things up a  little even for the best.  My favorite serve is the spin serve ay a medium pace it is very reliable.  I can pepper it up quite good when needed But if I cant mess it up for the other guy then there is no sense playing.  If your don’t have a seve.  You ain’t got shit.

Hit well but last depth in the last half hour.  KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE BALL.

Not there yet but soon, YES, SOON!  1.5 hrs  2570.25

AEROSMITH
“Back In The Saddle”

I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again

Ridin’ into town alone
By the light of the moon
I’m looking for ole’ Sukie Jones
She crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink
That’s when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That’d make a grown man cry

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back

Umm…come easy, go easy
Alright ’til the rising sun
I’m calling all the shots tonight
I’m like a loaded gun
Peelin’ off my boots and chaps
I’m saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks
I scream for more

Fools’ gold out of their mines
The girls are soaking wet
No tongue’s drier than mine
I’ll come when I get back

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m riding, I’m loading up my pistol
I’m riding, I really got a fistful
I’m riding, I’m shining up my saddle
I’m riding, this snake is gonna rattle

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back

Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high already