View Full Version : Bad Days at the Office

01-13-2010, 06:14 PM
Unfortunately, we all have them...

Sometimes my German temper gets the better of me on the court. Fortunately, it only happens about once a year.

2008: Custom Head Prestige Classic 600; leaded and had ultra rare TK10 non-CAP grommet/bumper set... Safinated about two weeks after TW sold out the last of their SMU... lesson learnt.

What else can we learn from the victim?

Some carbon weave visible... And do I see some Twaron peeking out?

Extra mass probably weakened frame at this point. I was a bit weaker between the ears, however

This is what "Bar Code Inside" refers to.

Hollow hairpin...

01-13-2010, 06:18 PM
...And my Bad Day at the Office in 2009 involved a bad day at the real office, a bad event at home, and some foolish play between the white lines at the local courts. Victim was a Fischer Vacuum Elliptic, an Austrian Kevlar-Graphite one...




Learn from me: if you're having a marginal day away from the courts, go read a nice book under a tree in a park. It's better, in the long run, for your equipment - especially if you play with collectible racquets!

01-13-2010, 06:54 PM
Oh this is almost too horrible to watch! I feel like I'm going to throw up...throw u....thro...thr....(runs to toilet)

01-13-2010, 08:15 PM
Can I trade you something for the "collar" on your racquet? I have a Prestige Tour that needs it.

Fearsome Forehand
01-13-2010, 09:32 PM
Sad indeed. I have broken one racket in my lifetime. That was enough for me.

Throw a towel, a water bottle, yell if you must, hit a tennis ball out of the park, but don't kill your rackets.

At least, you kept your sense of humor about it. I would be laughing until it hurt over the Prestige in particular.

Put them on fleabay; used but in great shape with some normal court rash. ;o)

If you really can't help yourself, get an abuse racket. This is a racket you don't really care about that is in your bag strictly for purposes of abuse. When you start to lose it, go to your bag, put down your game racket, remove abuse racket from bag, throw abuse racket, return to your game racket.

Looks like you already have a couple of prime candidates for abuse rackets.

Your post would have been even funnier if you had drawn chalk outlines around the rackets. ;o)

01-13-2010, 11:00 PM
my only breaks were in useage. i seldom even inadvertently scrape my rackets in play.

01-14-2010, 03:21 AM
This is what "Bar Code Inside" refers to.

Superb Photos:)

But soooooo sad:(

Also, is that photo above of what is called the racquet "hairpin"?

01-14-2010, 03:44 AM
Superb Photos:)

But soooooo sad:(

Also, is that photo above of what is called the racquet "hairpin"?

Yes it is.

01-14-2010, 04:03 AM
RIP Prestige and Vac Elliptic.

I try never to throw my racquet, although sometimes I feel like it. They are too difficult to track down.

01-14-2010, 04:04 AM
You must be a high level player to have such a temper on your rackets. I mean for example 4.0 club players will not safinate their gear, as I have never seen that. I suppose you used to compete in a much higher level.

01-14-2010, 09:02 AM
To add a few things:

1.) Yes, I am an idiot. Or, at least, I can be once in a while.

2.) From age 12 through age 23, I trained or played tennis 3-6 hours a day, six days a week. I played Juniors internationally and did so to a fairly high standard. I also played college tennis in the United States. I was wound up rather tight, however (as suggested still by my current mode of racquet care), and at age 23, after a series of injuries and frustrations, I quit the game. I rekindled my passion for it after my son was born in 2006, and started playing again after 13 years away from the game. It's great to be out on the court again, but after years of sitting in an office all day, my conditioning is virtually nil (e.g., I "Got A Life" and I now only make it out for about 4 hours of play a week), and it betrays me. If the legs and lungs co-operate, the magic is still there. However, in longer matches, the mental expectation of what I can do (or think I can do) just doesn't match the physical reality of what my body can currently provide. It's this mis-match that has caused most of my adult tennis frustration and episodes of self-disgust that led to the racquet abuse.

3.) After the Fischer's demise, I did some substantial soul-searching and decided it's better (and far less embarrassing) to adjust my self-expectations to reflect the reality of my situation, and smile and shake my head, instead of throw. I remind myself that there is no pressure anymore; no coaches, rankings, or anything else on the line; just the passion of play and reward of the sensations of the game and comradery of tennis friends. And the admiration of the work of the better players I encounter. I think that's finally sunk into my heart. This year, being happy to be on court is just enough. I don't foresee any more dead racquets.

4.) Generally speaking, if there are no other options, when very angry, I'd say it's much better to smash a tennis racquet than kick a dog, abuse a wife or child, get drunk, or turn to drugs. Those other bad choices are unacceptable and have far more sinister and destructive ramifications...

5.) If anyone has learned from all this (besides me), I'm pleased. Sometimes we need the example of a Village Idiot to remind us to be smarter and to improve our own habits.

Fearsome Forehand
01-14-2010, 10:27 AM
Hear, Hear. Well stated.

I particularly agree with Point 3. Occasionally, I witness guys completely losing their sh*t on the court. In some cases, they are 5.5's and expect to play at a high level. In other cases, they are 3.5's at best and should have no such expectation. In any case, unless one is playing for substantial amounts of money, I find it difficult to understand why an amateur should become so upset about losing to another amateur in a game supposedly played for fun.

When I witness such displays, I wonder if the tantrum thrower is a borderline psychotic and can envision him someday climbing a tower with a high powered rifle to take revenge upon an all too cruel world. Adult temper tantrums over meaningless amateur tennis matches are not very attractive to watch. Although, often I find myself laughing at the individuals in question. I view their childish antics as live entertainment.

Hit, giggle and just be happy to be playing the game on a nice day/evening, say I. Life is far too short to go ballistic over a silly tennis match signifying nothing.