Last night… Just me, the wall, and two rackets.



Hit for hours on the wall. Taking as much time for breaks in front of a small fire as I was hitting. Trying to figure out which one was better. Back and forth this stroke and that this grip and that. Changing all the time. In the end when it was dark out I decided that I could not choose. I liked them both. At least when it was just me, the wall, and these two rackets.

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