OK, I think I win the award for most weird, most unusual, most unbelievable, most undeserved winner in all of tennis. I was serving outdoors yesterday, into the wind, into the sun. I was mighty frustrated that I couldn't put enough on my serve to drive it deep. My opponent was treating my second serve as an approach and following it to net! So this second serve, I decided, was going to be penetrating. I was going to hit that sucker as hard as I could. I tossed nice and high and swung hard. And I framed it. It went about a bazillion feet in the air. Over the net. And bounced in the correct service box. But it had so much sick spin on it imparted by the frame of my racket and so much of a push from the headwind that my opponent actually couldn't reach it, having let down her guard by assuming a ball framed that badly was going to land on the roof of the nearby bubble. My point, my game!