Never say never and all that, and well, there're no cure for an addictive personality, and sooner or later I'll be lying in bed and random babies carrying the latest Yonex's or whatever will be crawling on my ceiling both taunting and horrifying me...................................................BUT
..................... I think I'm cured
Here's what I did. Instead of little changes here and there, essentially getting the exact same racket but from different brands and then mucking around with lead tape and voodoo dolls and leather grips and whatnot just to get the same results. I thought long and hard about what I really wanted from a racket and what would get me more W's. For me, that was power off the ground and off the serve. I can't volley, have ok but not great touch and "feel" never did anything for me except drive me towards some pretty limp-@#$% sticks that couldn't kill a fly.
So, instead of incremental change, I just went for the biggest, stiffest racket I could get my hands on that wouldn't kill my shoulder and forgot about "feel", "muteness" , "crispness", "ball-pocketing", "lushness", "scent", "MGr=mc2" and all the other thousand tennis-porn subcategories that TT junkies hyperinflate out of proportion.
What did I settle for?? Just probably the most popular racket on the planet.............. the APD. That's right, I'm not special, and I'm not, as LeeD pointed out, a tennis player....................... I'm just a freakin' 4-4.5 hacker trying to learn not to suck.
................. see you all back here in 6 months when I go back to my PS85, leaded to 16oz (20 pts head-light) and strung with weedwhaker line