Babolat Official
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Correct 305 grams.
For my style, it plays real nice with all poly in low 40s or hybrid around 48.
This is the Babolat Alliance calling!...
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Correct 305 grams.
For my style, it plays real nice with all poly in low 40s or hybrid around 48.
The new RF97 in the 12 oz or 11 oz model with some lead will be better for your S&V game. You are in the honeymoon period with your Bab and geez, coming from a 85" head I am sure it does play better. You'll be with the RF97 within 12 months.
sparkshark
New User
Babolat Alliance!!
Skin is better for bevel feel. Syntec Pro is a little thicker and cushions more.
I m partial to skin feel because it takes the APD grip size down a bit/.
tennisfanatic2424
New User
I just acquired 2x babolat pure control team standards from a buddy. The bumperguard is worn and needs replacement. So is it the pure storm standard or pure storm tour bumperguard that will fit this racquet? Also will the new 2014 pure control or pure control tour series bumperguards work as well? I feel this is the best place to get my answer as you all are all Babolat Experts!
DJTaurus
Hall of Fame
Anyone to help me which Babolat to purchase first?
http://tt.tennis-warehouse.com/showthread.php?t=525640
http://tt.tennis-warehouse.com/showthread.php?t=525640
sbmackie
Rookie
First Bab
So about 8 months ago I was standing around the local Mega Tennis Store, contemplating weapons. I was leaning Prince Warrior 100, or the Warrior ESP 100 as a 'tweener sabre. A Wise and Noble Babolotian suggested the Pure Drive. I did an A/B compare with the Warrior 100, and while it was close, I chose the Babolat for feel.
I don't think you can go wrong with a Pure Drive strung with a good monofilament for beginner through 4.0. Just my take.
So about 8 months ago I was standing around the local Mega Tennis Store, contemplating weapons. I was leaning Prince Warrior 100, or the Warrior ESP 100 as a 'tweener sabre. A Wise and Noble Babolotian suggested the Pure Drive. I did an A/B compare with the Warrior 100, and while it was close, I chose the Babolat for feel.
I don't think you can go wrong with a Pure Drive strung with a good monofilament for beginner through 4.0. Just my take.
ChicagoJack
Hall of Fame
Hi PhxRacket,
1. The 2015 PD+ has a SW of 326. If you count both current and legacy models, there are 18 Wilson Blades, ranging from SW 308 to 340 Link Here.
2. There is a tool in TWU designed specifically to assist with matching the Length, Balance, Mass and SW of one frame to another. Link Here , And Here.
Regards, J
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ChicagoJack
Hall of Fame
SW 326 | PD+ 2015
SW 335 | BLX Blade 98 (Black & Tan)
SW 331 | Blade 98 (Black & Neon Green)
1. Adding 3 grams of lead at the tip would bring your sw up to 335.
2. I've owned quite a few extended length frames, (including the 2012 Black PDR+) every one of them felt better with additional weight in the handle. I would consider counter balancing with 5-10 grams in the handle.
3. Your PD+, and both of the blade versions are (in stock form) almost identical in overall weight (318-320 grams), so if you want to keep your overall weight similar, you dont have much wiggle room.
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mavsman149
Hall of Fame
Thinking of picking up the Pure Drive+ Swirly version and mess around with lead. I played the standard version in 7th and 8th grade (02-03), just thought about having some fun and picking a few up. What was your setup for this fine stick Babalotians???
mavsman149
Hall of Fame
Bump anybody?
tennis4fun
Rookie
Been a babolat user since 2007. Tried some Head racquets but ultimately came back to babolat
mavsman149
Hall of Fame
Have you tried leading up a standard 2012 PDR? If not how was the play different with the 3 grams at the tip and 5-10 in the handle?
I have a pure strike 16x19, bought on a whim and initially struggled with so it went back in the bag while I carried on with my pro staffs. Decided to just go with it on Tuesday and Wednesday night and make the effort to adjust to it as I didn't feel I gave it a proper chance, I'm starting to get to grips with it and after a set started to get my range. Quite enjoying it now, I have a set of volkl cyclone and also some Dunlop black widow to try over the next few weeks too.
Capulin Zurdo
Hall of Fame
I've tried various Pure Drives, and so far my favorites are the heavier versions, particularly the Roddicks
strike
Rookie
Have to revive this thread ... 
It's been awhile since I picked up a Babolat...but as this season started, I felt the urge calling me back once again. I've been using a Wilson Blade 98S for the last few years with relatively good results. But after a practice session with a guy that had a newer Aero, I started looking for my old sticks.
So I pulled out one of my pretty heavily customized Aerostorms and strung it up (BB7 X OGSM 17g) for last nights USTA match. While at first my strokes were less then what I expected, my serve was much improved. Seemed I hit almost every first serve in to my amazement, as the prior week I really stunk it up. I was able to get a lot of action with it, kicking up high, and flat serves were working as well. I probably only double-faulted twice the whole match. After about 6 games it all started to take shape, and I ended up pulling the match out 7-6, 7-6.
We'll see how the next few outings go, but going to stick with it for a bit!
It's been awhile since I picked up a Babolat...but as this season started, I felt the urge calling me back once again. I've been using a Wilson Blade 98S for the last few years with relatively good results. But after a practice session with a guy that had a newer Aero, I started looking for my old sticks.
So I pulled out one of my pretty heavily customized Aerostorms and strung it up (BB7 X OGSM 17g) for last nights USTA match. While at first my strokes were less then what I expected, my serve was much improved. Seemed I hit almost every first serve in to my amazement, as the prior week I really stunk it up. I was able to get a lot of action with it, kicking up high, and flat serves were working as well. I probably only double-faulted twice the whole match. After about 6 games it all started to take shape, and I ended up pulling the match out 7-6, 7-6.
We'll see how the next few outings go, but going to stick with it for a bit!
Sir Andrew of Roddick
Rookie
This is General Sir Andrew of Roddick of the Pure Drivers with an emergency message for any member of the Babolat Alliance whomst'd've fought alongside me in the epic battle of Woofer Grommet, whom endeavoured to uncover the mystery dubbed "The Curious Case of Cortex Corruption" and any who took to the skies with the BA High Command to rain down Aero Strikes upon the Wilsonian occupied land of BLX.
"It has been more than a decade now since I first joined the Babolat Alliance as a naive, fresh faced rookie of practically zero ability. I have been separated from my brotherhood for years. The last I remember I was drowning in mead and merriment at the Grand Tavern, my fellow cohorts engaged in entertainment of all sorts. I recall fond memories of our now retired commander in the field (and tavern) Sir Rosskins locked in a titanic arm wrestling contest with the infamous warrior Stosur. 'Damn you, Stosur! Just one more!' being the last thing I heard before everything faded to black."
"When I finally regained consciousness I had found the Grand Tavern exploded to smithereens. Strewn all over were bodies of Good Knights of the Alliance, my family had been torn from me. Birds and insects picking at the flesh of my lifeless comrades indicated that some time had past, I later learned that I had been lying there partially trapped under rubble for an entire fortnight. I swore vengeance upon the filthy Wilsonians, for surely it was they, our mortal enemy who had laid siege to our revered establishment. Without the strength and numbers of the Alliance I was forced in to hiding. I noted that all members of the High Command had vanished, nowhere to be seen amongst the carnage at the tavern. Were any of them alive?! I hid for years in the Foot-Fault Forest, anchored to the Village of Fischer. Living on a diet of tree bark and squirrel fur. Needless to say I found myself a hair's breadth from death when I was miraculously discovered and saved by the warrior Stosur. She had survived the attack on ye olde tavern and thinking me dead along with the rest, had fled the scene. With the Alliance destroyed, Stosur sought refuge with the Headonists. In fairness, they had been a tentative ally of The Kingdom of Babolatia. With no cause for quarrel between us, I agreed to follow Stosur to their camp in the Austrian Alps but not before heading to China. There I harboured a quantity of graphite. On our way to the alps I stopped in Lyon, home to the great deity Lord Eric of Babolat, who crafted for me an incredible Pure Drive sabre."
"In the years following the attack on GT I had lost plenty of muscle mass, once a hulking General of the BA I now resembled something akin to a Naked mole-rat. I'm not ashamed to admit that I piggybacked Stosur for the entire climb up the alps. She had not lost any of her rock solid musculature since last I saw her. In fact she had seemingly tripled in size. I pray you defeated her in that final wrestling of arms, Sir Rosskins, for any chance you had then has been crushed now by the python-like grip I experienced upon my thighs as I clung to the back of the warrior woman. We bundled in to the Headonist Encampment, exhausted. Sat around a campfire, covered by blanket and graciously slurping on noodle soup made not of noodles at all but rather the felt of Head tennis balls, the Headonists told me what had happened."
"Whilst we of the Babolat Alliance played out our era-spanning rivalry with the Wilsonian Empire, a new enemy had been born. Starting from humble beginnings, they had no allegiance of any kind. Outlaws, they banded together and one by one, ransacked various tennis institutions the world over. The Yonexians were the first to fall in an attack that shook the world. Next the Technifibrous Tribe, even the blasted Fischerites had been raided by a sect of these vagrants. The Kingdom of Babolatia was near destroyed, the attack on the BA being the very start of it all. As for the Wilsonians, Their empire is no more. I am a man of great stoicism, yet the news of my Kingdom sustaining immense, irreparable damage, combined with the memory of the Alliance literally blown apart before me, left me with tears spewing from my ducts with violence comparable to that of a volcanic eruption."
"This tragic story told to me by the Headonists was interrupted by the sound of a twig breaking. Raising my head I saw stood just off from our group a silhouetted figure against the crescent moon that was now dominating the horizon. Light emanating from our campfire licked at the figure of this person, it was then that I noticed the unmistakable presence of a Babolat Sabre slung to their waist."
"Stepping forward, the campfire hissed and spit, rising as if to greet this character. I could see him clearly now. Somewhat tall, a body of rather average build concealing an inordinate amount of power, I sensed. All rather interesting. Or not, as my attention was fully focussed on that weapon of Babolatian origin, The likes of which I had never seen before. The sight of the thing stirred within me a surging power that set my muscles alight! I stood up, all 8'4 of me and stormed toward the man. Grabbing the scruff of his neck I raised him off the ground so that we were face to face and bellowed with every ounce of my energy. Felt fluff from the soup that had been lodged betwixt my teeth along with copious saliva covered the poor soul, but I had to see what he was made of. Digging his heel into my anvil-like chest, he propelled himself away from me, executing a quadruple backflip before landing without hesitation in to a returner's stance. "THIS YOUNG WHIPPER-SNAPPER HAS MOXIE!!!" I exclaimed with utter delight. I unsheathed my Pure Drive and lifted it to point squarely at the young man, he hadn't moved from his stance. He was ready to receive serve."
"What ensued was five sets of elite-tier, maximum energy Tennis. Had I been at the peak of my powers, the match would have been over in no more than three minutes. Alas, what with my sickly disposition and no tie-break in the fifth, the match continued for a full ten weeks without pause before I was able to overcome the challenge of this peculiar specimen. With his bombastic movement and seemingly unlimited reserves of power, I felt inspired and the sparks of hope rattled within me. We've not lost this war yet. With the young man felled, my foot upon his chest to indicate my utter dominance and the Grommet Cap of my Pure Drive inches from his throat. He was unflinching as he faced death itself. I had seen enough."
"I offered my hand and helped the man to his feet, he told me his name: Lieutenant Dominic of Thiem. He had been granted the title by The Kingdom of Babolatia in the absence of the entire BA following the attack. Actually he had been tasked with finding the members of the BA High Command. In his travels he had found himself back in his homeland of Austria, how fortunate that he should stumble upon the Headonist's Encampment then and into me: General Sir Andrew of Roddick of The Pure Drivers. Once I had revealed my identity, Thiem fell to his knees and raised his arms high, tears streaming from his eyes as though he had in that moment won the mystical pineapple-topped trophy of legend."
"Thiem held key information, This new enemy called themselves The Next-Gen, lead by a wildish brute called Krygios. This beast had tapped in to a dark source of energy to gain skills the likes of which had never been seen before. Hell-bent on corrupting the entire planet, his mission is to relentlessly abuse officials, play underarm serves, fire brutal shots directly at innocent people, engage enemies in duels only to sulk and walk away mid-battle to then be seen wandering the streets at night frequenting taverns. HE HAD BEEN THE ONE TO INITIATE THE ATTACK ON THE GREAT TAVERN THAT FATEFUL DAY."
"So, here we are. Krygios and his band of merry Next-Genners must be stopped. Thiem has informed me that there is a resistance group fighting back. Just yesterday, I'm told that the legendary Babolatian warrior-god, Lord Rafael of Nadal Parera faced a full-frontal assault from Kyrgios and managed to defeat him. If this Kyrgios is so brazen as to openly attack a figure of such calibre in broad daylight, then it is vital that the Babolat Alliance reform once again to vanquish this evil!"
And so I call upon you all! To the High Command! Good Knights of the Alliance old and new! We need you! I need you! Stosur needs you! Let us reunite and rebuild, surpassing all that has come before and leading the The Kingdom of Babolatia into a new age! With the power of Thiem, With the belief of the Raging Bull Parera backing us, we can do this!!!
SO... WHERE ARE YOU?
"It has been more than a decade now since I first joined the Babolat Alliance as a naive, fresh faced rookie of practically zero ability. I have been separated from my brotherhood for years. The last I remember I was drowning in mead and merriment at the Grand Tavern, my fellow cohorts engaged in entertainment of all sorts. I recall fond memories of our now retired commander in the field (and tavern) Sir Rosskins locked in a titanic arm wrestling contest with the infamous warrior Stosur. 'Damn you, Stosur! Just one more!' being the last thing I heard before everything faded to black."
"When I finally regained consciousness I had found the Grand Tavern exploded to smithereens. Strewn all over were bodies of Good Knights of the Alliance, my family had been torn from me. Birds and insects picking at the flesh of my lifeless comrades indicated that some time had past, I later learned that I had been lying there partially trapped under rubble for an entire fortnight. I swore vengeance upon the filthy Wilsonians, for surely it was they, our mortal enemy who had laid siege to our revered establishment. Without the strength and numbers of the Alliance I was forced in to hiding. I noted that all members of the High Command had vanished, nowhere to be seen amongst the carnage at the tavern. Were any of them alive?! I hid for years in the Foot-Fault Forest, anchored to the Village of Fischer. Living on a diet of tree bark and squirrel fur. Needless to say I found myself a hair's breadth from death when I was miraculously discovered and saved by the warrior Stosur. She had survived the attack on ye olde tavern and thinking me dead along with the rest, had fled the scene. With the Alliance destroyed, Stosur sought refuge with the Headonists. In fairness, they had been a tentative ally of The Kingdom of Babolatia. With no cause for quarrel between us, I agreed to follow Stosur to their camp in the Austrian Alps but not before heading to China. There I harboured a quantity of graphite. On our way to the alps I stopped in Lyon, home to the great deity Lord Eric of Babolat, who crafted for me an incredible Pure Drive sabre."
"In the years following the attack on GT I had lost plenty of muscle mass, once a hulking General of the BA I now resembled something akin to a Naked mole-rat. I'm not ashamed to admit that I piggybacked Stosur for the entire climb up the alps. She had not lost any of her rock solid musculature since last I saw her. In fact she had seemingly tripled in size. I pray you defeated her in that final wrestling of arms, Sir Rosskins, for any chance you had then has been crushed now by the python-like grip I experienced upon my thighs as I clung to the back of the warrior woman. We bundled in to the Headonist Encampment, exhausted. Sat around a campfire, covered by blanket and graciously slurping on noodle soup made not of noodles at all but rather the felt of Head tennis balls, the Headonists told me what had happened."
"Whilst we of the Babolat Alliance played out our era-spanning rivalry with the Wilsonian Empire, a new enemy had been born. Starting from humble beginnings, they had no allegiance of any kind. Outlaws, they banded together and one by one, ransacked various tennis institutions the world over. The Yonexians were the first to fall in an attack that shook the world. Next the Technifibrous Tribe, even the blasted Fischerites had been raided by a sect of these vagrants. The Kingdom of Babolatia was near destroyed, the attack on the BA being the very start of it all. As for the Wilsonians, Their empire is no more. I am a man of great stoicism, yet the news of my Kingdom sustaining immense, irreparable damage, combined with the memory of the Alliance literally blown apart before me, left me with tears spewing from my ducts with violence comparable to that of a volcanic eruption."
"This tragic story told to me by the Headonists was interrupted by the sound of a twig breaking. Raising my head I saw stood just off from our group a silhouetted figure against the crescent moon that was now dominating the horizon. Light emanating from our campfire licked at the figure of this person, it was then that I noticed the unmistakable presence of a Babolat Sabre slung to their waist."
"Stepping forward, the campfire hissed and spit, rising as if to greet this character. I could see him clearly now. Somewhat tall, a body of rather average build concealing an inordinate amount of power, I sensed. All rather interesting. Or not, as my attention was fully focussed on that weapon of Babolatian origin, The likes of which I had never seen before. The sight of the thing stirred within me a surging power that set my muscles alight! I stood up, all 8'4 of me and stormed toward the man. Grabbing the scruff of his neck I raised him off the ground so that we were face to face and bellowed with every ounce of my energy. Felt fluff from the soup that had been lodged betwixt my teeth along with copious saliva covered the poor soul, but I had to see what he was made of. Digging his heel into my anvil-like chest, he propelled himself away from me, executing a quadruple backflip before landing without hesitation in to a returner's stance. "THIS YOUNG WHIPPER-SNAPPER HAS MOXIE!!!" I exclaimed with utter delight. I unsheathed my Pure Drive and lifted it to point squarely at the young man, he hadn't moved from his stance. He was ready to receive serve."
"What ensued was five sets of elite-tier, maximum energy Tennis. Had I been at the peak of my powers, the match would have been over in no more than three minutes. Alas, what with my sickly disposition and no tie-break in the fifth, the match continued for a full ten weeks without pause before I was able to overcome the challenge of this peculiar specimen. With his bombastic movement and seemingly unlimited reserves of power, I felt inspired and the sparks of hope rattled within me. We've not lost this war yet. With the young man felled, my foot upon his chest to indicate my utter dominance and the Grommet Cap of my Pure Drive inches from his throat. He was unflinching as he faced death itself. I had seen enough."
"I offered my hand and helped the man to his feet, he told me his name: Lieutenant Dominic of Thiem. He had been granted the title by The Kingdom of Babolatia in the absence of the entire BA following the attack. Actually he had been tasked with finding the members of the BA High Command. In his travels he had found himself back in his homeland of Austria, how fortunate that he should stumble upon the Headonist's Encampment then and into me: General Sir Andrew of Roddick of The Pure Drivers. Once I had revealed my identity, Thiem fell to his knees and raised his arms high, tears streaming from his eyes as though he had in that moment won the mystical pineapple-topped trophy of legend."
"Thiem held key information, This new enemy called themselves The Next-Gen, lead by a wildish brute called Krygios. This beast had tapped in to a dark source of energy to gain skills the likes of which had never been seen before. Hell-bent on corrupting the entire planet, his mission is to relentlessly abuse officials, play underarm serves, fire brutal shots directly at innocent people, engage enemies in duels only to sulk and walk away mid-battle to then be seen wandering the streets at night frequenting taverns. HE HAD BEEN THE ONE TO INITIATE THE ATTACK ON THE GREAT TAVERN THAT FATEFUL DAY."
"So, here we are. Krygios and his band of merry Next-Genners must be stopped. Thiem has informed me that there is a resistance group fighting back. Just yesterday, I'm told that the legendary Babolatian warrior-god, Lord Rafael of Nadal Parera faced a full-frontal assault from Kyrgios and managed to defeat him. If this Kyrgios is so brazen as to openly attack a figure of such calibre in broad daylight, then it is vital that the Babolat Alliance reform once again to vanquish this evil!"
And so I call upon you all! To the High Command! Good Knights of the Alliance old and new! We need you! I need you! Stosur needs you! Let us reunite and rebuild, surpassing all that has come before and leading the The Kingdom of Babolatia into a new age! With the power of Thiem, With the belief of the Raging Bull Parera backing us, we can do this!!!
SO... WHERE ARE YOU?
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Micky
Semi-Pro
Still here...Aeropro Warrior no more but a Pure Aero Warrior... welcome back Commander!!!
Sir Andrew of Roddick
Rookie
Oh Micky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind HEY MICKY
Legendary official of the BA High Command! Status report?! Where is everyone?!
jmacdaununder2
Legend
Status Report: BAHC largely decimated with landholdings limited to Terre Battue; it was assumed several months ago Commander Raphael al-Espana had ceased elite operations - recent activity in Paris suggests otherwise; at present it is unclear if this resurgence will be limited to the continent or will proceed to greener pastures. South of France also recently experienced a successful unexpected raid by a senior Italian operative, but the fog of war appears to have dissipated - Sir!
