dyslexical-scope
Rookie
You know the kind I'm talking about.
The backhand slice where the moment it comes off your strings you can see it's just gliding off straight as a train on an invisible track.
You can't help but grimace as it whistles off to your hitting partner knowing it won't bounce true,.
The court may as well be made of ice because that's how slippery the bounce of that slice will look.
A part of you felt guilt and remorse upon striking these slices once.
Somehow you've found a way to suppress those feelings.
Even just describing the ideal slice has me nauseous.
That's what I'm looking for.
Nasty, dirty, filthy, growling slices that end friendships and cause anyone watching the match to rush off to the nearest flower bed to vomit up their banh mi and boba.
This level of slice can't be achieved with just any racquet, it's sad I know but it's all true.
I'm looking for the special racquets that summon the real greasy spiteful slices that everyone hates and even a mother couldn't love.
The backhand slice where the moment it comes off your strings you can see it's just gliding off straight as a train on an invisible track.
You can't help but grimace as it whistles off to your hitting partner knowing it won't bounce true,.
The court may as well be made of ice because that's how slippery the bounce of that slice will look.
A part of you felt guilt and remorse upon striking these slices once.
Somehow you've found a way to suppress those feelings.
Even just describing the ideal slice has me nauseous.
That's what I'm looking for.
Nasty, dirty, filthy, growling slices that end friendships and cause anyone watching the match to rush off to the nearest flower bed to vomit up their banh mi and boba.
This level of slice can't be achieved with just any racquet, it's sad I know but it's all true.
I'm looking for the special racquets that summon the real greasy spiteful slices that everyone hates and even a mother couldn't love.