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The nice thing is gilfs always bring fresh baked cookies, so there's that....depends how resourceful Trav is. beggars can't be choosers.
The nice thing is gilfs always bring fresh baked cookies, so there's that....depends how resourceful Trav is. beggars can't be choosers.
The nice thing is gilfs always bring fresh baked cookies, so there's that....
Wait until you hear Part II from yesterday morning vs a different ex pro. But can’t tell it yet…. prepping for the revancha vs crafty old dude this morning.People only live long enough to become the villain of their own story. In other word, OP needs to become the crafty old dude, and that needs time.
Wait until you hear Part II from yesterday morning vs a different ex pro. But can’t tell it yet…. prepping for the revancha vs crafty old dude this morning.
Pretty simple. From now on you only play this guy on indoor hard. (Or carpet, depending upon availability. Can always lay a temp carpet down in a pinch)In Santiago this weekend. I was able to line up a Saturday afternoon 2pm match with a teaching pro by showing up in the morning at Nicolas Massu’s academy and asking around.
The teaching pro was older dude, mid 50s, wearing long sleeve poly shirt and cap like most do in sunny places like this. He was finishing up a serve lesson with an 8-year-old girl, and chatting with the hot mom afterward.
Doesn’t speak a lick of English, just mumbly fast Chilean Spanish. We warm up with some mini. Than some groundies. Some volleys. He’s curious about my racquet with heavy tape all over it. He asks me what I want to do. I tell him I just want to play a match. “A set? Ok let’s do it.” He seems excited. “You serve.”
They had watered the red clay court before my session. But in the dry desert mountain air, the court was already getting dry and powdery, with poor traction, by the time we start.
We started playing points. I was playing pretty conservatively. Just trying to make balls. Get it to his 1hb. It seemed to be working. I had a mobility advantage and could reach more balls. I didn’t serve well, but was solid off the ground and held serve to open.
After we cross to other side, he says that he really likes to play tennis. He doesn’t like to watch on tv.
I kept playing my conservative counter-punchy style, still working well, and broke to go up 2-0. The next game up 15-love, he hit a crosscourt sharp angle 1hb near the sideline. I inspected mark, couldn’t tell, and gave him the benefit of the doubt on the call. He thought his shot was out and came across net to check the mark. He pointed to the mark. I said yeah I think that’s it. But I can’t see any space so it’s his point. In my experience, teaching pros are usually very generous with calls when winning, but rarely when losing, so this was unusual.
But then I tossed in 2 double faults, and lost the game. I broke again to go up 3-1, but he was starting to improve and dictate better with his forehand. The next game, his fh starting landing in the corners, and he broke my serve again. I was still up 3-2, I realized that this guy might be better than I initially thought, and I might have a tough match on my hands, and I wasn’t just going to roll this old guy.
He was slicing most of his bh, but pretty good at placing his slice and using it to move the ball around. Earlier he had been attempting bh drop shots, but missing some, and I successfully reached other and win the point.
The next game, he started getting more pro-active about running around his bh. He was hitting solid forehands to the corners and making me play D. I started stabbing deep defensive lobs in the air. At first these seemed to work well to extend the point. But then he starts stepping in and taking my defensive high balls out of the air with swinging fh volleys. He made a winner on one. Then another. I realized I had to respect his swinging volley was solid. He held to get to 3-3.
I’m thinking, ok, he’s better than I thought. But he’s older than me. I’m going to have to play well, but if I buckle down I should still be able to pull this one out.
Next game, I start rolling loopy high balls crosscourt to his bh. He runs around one and hits an inside-out loopy deep ball. I decide to back up and reply with a sky ball bh lob 80 feet high. My sky ball was going to land in the service line. I see he’s set up to take the sky ball out of the air. I’m thinking that’s pretty risky, but his overhead ugly and bloops short crosscourt angle where I have no chance to reach it. He also gets a lucky net cord, and he breaks me to go up 4-3. He’s got momentum, but that game seemed lucky.
Next game, his forehand seems to go up another level. He spanks winners to the corner and runs me ragged. Any ball I leave in the middle without enough on it he takes control of the point. I try positioning deep to return. That doesn’t work — just gives him too much time to run around the bh. I try returning from inside baseline. That works a couple points, but then he blows an ace by me. He goes up 5-3. This is a little deflating. I’m starting to think to myself that his forehand is practically pro caliber. Am I imagining it? Part of problem is that my conservative game plan was based on assumption that I was playing someone lower level than me. It was clear I had to ditch it and play a little more aggressively.
I go to my back and add an accessory, something to try and turn the momentum. I play a solid game on my serve. I hold to get back to 4-5.
But his forehand continues to grow in strength and accuracy. And now his slice bh seems crisper and more confident than before. He serves it out to win the set 6-4. I say let’s keep playing. I wasn’t playing that badly, but he outplayed me. I lost those next two games too - had game point on my serve, but then couldn’t execute my first serve and he spanked a couple fh return winners. Part of the problem was the court surface was super slippery and hard to play defense on, so with him having the more offensive game style, it was hard to stay in the rallies.
Afterward, I’m thinking, this guy must have been playing ITF level when he was younger. I ask him. He says, “I played big tournaments, and small tournaments.”
“Big tournaments, I played Roland Garros, Hamburg.”
What was your best ranking? “300”
In singles? “Yes”
I’d been punked.
He seemed very satisfied with his comeback victory. He said that he had played well, and that he just needed a few games to get grooved again.
I have a rematch scheduled for Monday morning. I probably don’t have much chance, but if I can expose his movement and 1hb, and if I can serve better, there is hope.
Any suggestions on how to beat a old dude with pro caliber strokes?
Don’t do 2 doubles in the same game.In Santiago this weekend. I was able to line up a Saturday afternoon 2pm match with a teaching pro by showing up in the morning at Nicolas Massu’s academy and asking around.
The teaching pro was older dude, mid 50s, wearing long sleeve poly shirt and cap like most do in sunny places like this. He was finishing up a serve lesson with an 8-year-old girl, and chatting with the hot mom afterward.
Doesn’t speak a lick of English, just mumbly fast Chilean Spanish. We warm up with some mini. Than some groundies. Some volleys. He’s curious about my racquet with heavy tape all over it. He asks me what I want to do. I tell him I just want to play a match. “A set? Ok let’s do it.” He seems excited. “You serve.”
They had watered the red clay court before my session. But in the dry desert mountain air, the court was already getting dry and powdery, with poor traction, by the time we start.
We started playing points. I was playing pretty conservatively. Just trying to make balls. Get it to his 1hb. It seemed to be working. I had a mobility advantage and could reach more balls. I didn’t serve well, but was solid off the ground and held serve to open.
After we cross to other side, he says that he really likes to play tennis. He doesn’t like to watch on tv.
I kept playing my conservative counter-punchy style, still working well, and broke to go up 2-0. The next game up 15-love, he hit a crosscourt sharp angle 1hb near the sideline. I inspected mark, couldn’t tell, and gave him the benefit of the doubt on the call. He thought his shot was out and came across net to check the mark. He pointed to the mark. I said yeah I think that’s it. But I can’t see any space so it’s his point. In my experience, teaching pros are usually very generous with calls when winning, but rarely when losing, so this was unusual.
But then I tossed in 2 double faults, and lost the game. I broke again to go up 3-1, but he was starting to improve and dictate better with his forehand. The next game, his fh starting landing in the corners, and he broke my serve again. I was still up 3-2, I realized that this guy might be better than I initially thought, and I might have a tough match on my hands, and I wasn’t just going to roll this old guy.
He was slicing most of his bh, but pretty good at placing his slice and using it to move the ball around. Earlier he had been attempting bh drop shots, but missing some, and I successfully reached other and win the point.
The next game, he started getting more pro-active about running around his bh. He was hitting solid forehands to the corners and making me play D. I started stabbing deep defensive lobs in the air. At first these seemed to work well to extend the point. But then he starts stepping in and taking my defensive high balls out of the air with swinging fh volleys. He made a winner on one. Then another. I realized I had to respect his swinging volley was solid. He held to get to 3-3.
I’m thinking, ok, he’s better than I thought. But he’s older than me. I’m going to have to play well, but if I buckle down I should still be able to pull this one out.
Next game, I start rolling loopy high balls crosscourt to his bh. He runs around one and hits an inside-out loopy deep ball. I decide to back up and reply with a sky ball bh lob 80 feet high. My sky ball was going to land in the service line. I see he’s set up to take the sky ball out of the air. I’m thinking that’s pretty risky, but his overhead ugly and bloops short crosscourt angle where I have no chance to reach it. He also gets a lucky net cord, and he breaks me to go up 4-3. He’s got momentum, but that game seemed lucky.
Next game, his forehand seems to go up another level. He spanks winners to the corner and runs me ragged. Any ball I leave in the middle without enough on it he takes control of the point. I try positioning deep to return. That doesn’t work — just gives him too much time to run around the bh. I try returning from inside baseline. That works a couple points, but then he blows an ace by me. He goes up 5-3. This is a little deflating. I’m starting to think to myself that his forehand is practically pro caliber. Am I imagining it? Part of problem is that my conservative game plan was based on assumption that I was playing someone lower level than me. It was clear I had to ditch it and play a little more aggressively.
I go to my back and add an accessory, something to try and turn the momentum. I play a solid game on my serve. I hold to get back to 4-5.
But his forehand continues to grow in strength and accuracy. And now his slice bh seems crisper and more confident than before. He serves it out to win the set 6-4. I say let’s keep playing. I wasn’t playing that badly, but he outplayed me. I lost those next two games too - had game point on my serve, but then couldn’t execute my first serve and he spanked a couple fh return winners. Part of the problem was the court surface was super slippery and hard to play defense on, so with him having the more offensive game style, it was hard to stay in the rallies.
Afterward, I’m thinking, this guy must have been playing ITF level when he was younger. I ask him. He says, “I played big tournaments, and small tournaments.”
“Big tournaments, I played Roland Garros, Hamburg.”
What was your best ranking? “300”
In singles? “Yes”
I’d been punked.
He seemed very satisfied with his comeback victory. He said that he had played well, and that he just needed a few games to get grooved again.
I have a rematch scheduled for Monday morning. I probably don’t have much chance, but if I can expose his movement and 1hb, and if I can serve better, there is hope.
Any suggestions on how to beat a old dude with pro caliber strokes?
At how high of a utr are you no longer a rec player? Double digits? 10 utr?This might not necessarily be true. Pros have a lot more wear and tear as well. You can see even most nba players the difference from early 30s to mid 30s is dramatic and most say the mind is willing but their knees don’t cooperate. The physical drop offs in many cases are not just them regressing to that of a normal rec adult but much worse.
Trav keeping it even this close indicates the pro is not able to move the way he wants to. Travs strength on the other hand is his movement
A serve bot is the rare exception. Isner will probably still beat a lot of solid high level younger rec players even when he is pushing 60 just due to his serve.
Fed is a rec player now.At how high of a utr are you no longer a rec player? Double digits? 10 utr?
At how high of a utr are you no longer a rec player? Double digits? 10 utr?
Can you explain, for those not well-acquainted with South America, what it is about Paraguay that would cause him to make an exception to his wrist band rule?Revancha continued…
… serving to level the set, I had my chances, but he was a bit better. I got broken to lose the set 6-4.
We continued playing. I won the next game on his serve. But he broke me back, then also won the last game, with the winners starting to flow off his racquet again. So final was 4-6, 1-2.
Afterward he was feeling happy with his performance. “Jugué bien! Jugaste bien también.”
He said I have to return to Chile so that we can have another rematch. “Voy a entrenar!” he declared, “voy a entrenar también” I replied.
I mentioned that I had looked up his record and was impressed that he had beaten Gilbert Schaller, who beat Sampras at RG. He laughed and replied by saying he beat Gustavo Kuerten, 2 years before his first RG title. At Barranquilla challenger.
I asked him if he wore the wrist band in his playing days on tour. “No always bare wrist. Except when I play in Paraguay.”
He was using a stock Extreme today. But he said in his playing days, he always used lead tape at 3, 9, and 12. “Inteligente” I told him, as he pointed to his temple.
It’s hotter than hell down here.Can you explain, for those not well-acquainted with South America, what it is about Paraguay that would cause him to make an exception to his wrist band rule?
Is Paraguay abnormally hot even by SA standards?It’s hotter than hell down here.
Yes. In the summer it reaches the 2nd highest heat index in the world, second only to the Persian gulf.Is Paraguay abnormally hot even by SA standards?
LmfaoFed is a rec player now.
I think you doI wouldn't know ...
Haven’t played Fed yet. But I did play another series of matches over the weekend in Ecuador, and came within 2 points of taking the 3rd set, against a player who has beaten Delpo in a pro tennis match. But of course that was after losing the first 2 sets 0-6, 2-6.I'd like to hear a Travlerajm story about him v. Fed. Both rec players... lol
This is great. Where's @XenHaven’t played Fed yet. But I did play another series of matches over the weekend in Ecuador, and came within 2 points of taking the 3rd set, against a player who has beaten Delpo in a pro tennis match. But of course that was after losing the first 2 sets 0-6, 2-6.
81F and super humid Friday evening, covered clay court with really wet slow-playing clay and heavy wet fluffed up balls.What was the temp?
Sounds like Florida in November. I do always enojoy the clay, and it absorbs a ton of the radiant heat.81F and super humid Friday evening, covered clay court with really wet slow-playing clay and heavy wet fluffed up balls.
We played rematch at noon Sunday 90F with equatorial sun directly overhead, on fast hardcourt. I played well and got to within 3-4, but then wilted and had to retire after losing set 3-6. Wearing a widebrim my head temperature was heating up like a steak on the broiler. Not sure how my Guayaquil native opponent does it. Not even wearing a hat.
With all due respect to Floridians, I have never experienced anything quite as brutal as Ecuador noon time sun. My embarrassing appearance vs MEP in ATL in July was the closest, but this was even worse conditions (although I played much better because I came better prepared gear wise for the humidity).Sounds like Florida in November. I do always enojoy the clay, and it absorbs a ton of the radiant heat.
Actually that’s not true. Paraguay in summer when the heat index was 160F was worse. I had to retire after 15 minutes.With all due respect to Floridians, I have never experienced anything quite as brutal as Ecuador noon time sun. My embarrassing appearance vs MEP in ATL in July was the closest, but this was even worse conditions (although I played much better because I came better prepared gear wise for the humidity).
I don’t count myself among the ones with heat endurance. But I try.I've been to Costa Rica in April before on vacation. Hot as hell. You guys down there have some endurance.
Us up here in the States the hottest and most humid it will get is in Louisiana or Florida. Highest it will here is about 115 F. 100% Humidity.Actually that’s not true. Paraguay in summer when the heat index was 160F was worse. I had to retire after 15 minutes.
I played a match last summer against a guy named Steven Rice, a UTR 11.3, and it was 103 index. 3 setter lasted 3 hours and I somehow came out alive, but badly burnt. The victory was not worth it.I don’t count myself among the ones with heat endurance. But I try.
I punched in your numbers to the online heat index calculator and I get 327F.Us up here in the States the hottest and most humid it will get is in Louisiana or Florida. Highest it will hear is about 115 F. 100% Humidity.
Yes my exaggeration is 100% overdramatic. Still very brutal.I punched in your numbers to the online heat index calculator and I get 327F.
The highest heat index ever recorded on earth was 178F in Saudi Arabia. So maybe a slight exaggeration but no doubt brutal as well .
Well think about what would happen if you challenged your Guayaquil native opponent to a match on outdoor Seattle hardcourts in late October.81F and super humid Friday evening, covered clay court with really wet slow-playing clay and heavy wet fluffed up balls.
We played rematch at noon Sunday 90F with equatorial sun directly overhead, on fast hardcourt. I played well and got to within 3-4, but then wilted and had to retire after losing set 3-6. Wearing a widebrim my head temperature was heating up like a steak on the broiler. Not sure how my Guayaquil native opponent does it. Not even wearing a hat.
He would still kick my ass in the shade at Lower Woodland, because he’s way better than me, even when he’s not practicing much tennis and just doing CrossFit 7 days a week, but I’d be able to finish the match.Well think about what would happen if you challenged your Guayaquil native opponent to a match on outdoor Seattle hardcourts in late October.
My experience with people from that part of the world is that they are equally non-resilient to the worst of colder northern climates as we are the worst of their climates. I guess if he's in good shape it might not bother him once the blood gets flowing.He would still kick my ass in the shade at Lower Woodland, because he’s way better than me, even when he’s not practicing much tennis and just doing CrossFit 7 days a week, but I’d be able to finish the match.
Actually, that’s a good point.My experience with people from that part of the world is that they are equally non-resilient to the worst of colder northern climates as we are the worst of their climates. I guess if he's in good shape it might not bother him once the blood gets flowing.
Once it gets to about -12 (celcius), some of the hot climate people don't do as well.My experience with people from that part of the world is that they are equally non-resilient to the worst of colder northern climates as we are the worst of their climates. I guess if he's in good shape it might not bother him once the blood gets flowing.
That's why you live in a dually moderate climate.Once it gets to about -12 (celcius), some of the hot climate people don't do as well.
IMO, the coastal parts of Los Angeles have almost perfect weather for tennis.That's why you live in a dually moderate climate.
I was thinking more about the Gulf Coast Belt, but those are good places also.IMO, the coastal parts of Los Angeles have almost perfect weather for tennis.
Seattle is also pretty nice. Never gets too hot, too cold, or too humid.
Florida is a kind of humid and a little to windy during hurricane season.
Arid-zona is too dry for me.
Is Chilean Spanish as fast or faster than Spanish spoken by Mexican or Columbian speakers?been living in South America for much of the last several years. Immersion works on the adult brain.
My memory of my travels around Mexico from 30 years ago was that it varies from very fast in the northwest states, to quite slow and easy to follow in the southern states. Some parts of Colombia the Spanish had a bit of an Italian cadence to it, but generally not too fast. I find Colombian Spanish relatively easy to follow.Is Chilean Spanish as fast or faster than Spanish spoken by Mexican or Columbian speakers?
@Sudacafan Please I'm curious.Maybe our Spanish dialect experts on the forum can chime in.