You know you're addicted to tennis when....

You know you're addicted to tennis when...

you re-read racquet reviews on racquets you're not even interested in.
 
I've been sitting here reading and laughing at some of this post...and my wife looked at me and said "Honey,are you addicted?" I quickly said to her "YES...Addicted to you babe" She smiles and said "did you just buy another racquet?" BUSTED!!!
 
man this thread is greattt, im guilty of many of these...keep em coming

you analyze every possible way to get into your public courts when the front gate is locked, until you finally find a otherwise hidden side gate that is loose enough to squeeze through

you see certain color combinations and racquets with the same color paintjobs immediately come to mind

you've accidentally chipped the paint on your racquet from swinging it in your room and hitting the wall or desk

the first thing you think of when you get your racquet back from the stringer is "Man i gotta get a pic of this setup before i hit and put it in the 'awesome stringjobs' forum."

you've skipped meals because that was the only time you could arrange to hit with someone.
 
When you kick peoples ass at badminton, Even the ones who actually play competitive badminton.

Then they ask you where you learned to play:shock:


Or when you use tennis strokes in Badminton.
 
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You know you're addicted when-

your wife says you only have one hour to play tennis before you have to be back home. It takes you an hour of driving around just to even find an open court. You get out of your car and start hitting balls on the court for another hour anyway.
 
You spend an entire mushroom trip in the street rallying against your apartment walls.

You clear porn off your computer to make room for downloading tennis matches.
 
... you are on a first name basis with the ups guy

... you maticulously search your frame for scratches or chips and when you find one, your day is ruined

... you convince your non-playing buddies to buy a racquet and start playing, just so you can have someone to play with on weeknights

... you play doubles with seniors and take no prisoners
 
... you're 29 years old and daydream of quiting your job, training like agassi to enter some futures and challengers all in the hopes of getting a ranking and playing an atp event, so you can maybe have a chance to coach at a resort or be a professional hitting partner.
 
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... you're 29 years old and daydream of quiting your job, training like agassi to enter some futures and challengers all in the hopes of getting a ranking and playing an atp event, so you can maybe have a chance to coach at a resort or be a professional hitting partner.

so true....sigh. too many good ones here. we are such a community i love it
 
I salute you for asking strangers out.... Finding tennis partners is like finding a date :) ...if someone asked me and is around my level...i would go play with a stranger :)

this is not even on court. whenever i see someone with tennis shoes i ask them about it. on the train, anywhere, in supermarkets. they get all freaked out though becaise i am like' where do you play/ do you play/ or some variation' and most of the time they dont even know what barricade is =/
 
this is not even on court. whenever i see someone with tennis shoes i ask them about it. on the train, anywhere, in supermarkets. they get all freaked out though becaise i am like' where do you play/ do you play/ or some variation' and most of the time they dont even know what barricade is =/

Ever seen someone extremely overweight, wearing some babolats or a pair of barricades and stop yourself from asking them if they play?



... When you have to have 2sets of bumper and grommets for each racquet because you never know when you want to change a lead-job

... When the owner of the local shop asks you if you are willing to customize racquets for him
 
when you think that peoples in TTTW are so NICE!

I nap with my K90 and N90, bring racket to school everyday

most importantly bring 2 bottles of water with different color and drink colored 1 then the plain water. this is so cool!
 
when you play 3 weeks of continous tennis and say you are going to have a 'break' for a bit, but the following day you decide to go to the club social night just to have a 'hit'.
 
Ever seen someone extremely overweight, wearing some babolats or a pair of barricades and stop yourself from asking them if they play?



... When you have to have 2sets of bumper and grommets for each racquet because you never know when you want to change a lead-job

... When the owner of the local shop asks you if you are willing to customize racquets for him

LMFAO!!!!!!:lol:
 
When you're the only one in your area who understands strings, stringing, tennis racquets, stiffness, etc.

When you have a large TW bag, and people think it's unnecessarily big.
 
When you are texting someone a short message like "ok" and you quickly type in "10 chars" to make sure that it fits the required 10 characters rule :D
 
When you see someone wear a pair of barricades in random places, restaurants, grocery store, at the mall, just walking, etc you think "i bet that person plays, i wonder if they wanna hit.[/QUOTE]

Thats so true!
 
You go to bed early, or risk feeling messed up at work just so you can watch round 128 of Wimbledon in the morning.

You buy/sell/demo so many racquets that you start too feel embarrassed to go your usual post office.

Your first thought when you see a rain drop in the morning "man I hope it dries up in time for afternoon tennis!"

You text 4-5 of your playing partners simutaneously with your generic "tennis" sms.
 
NOTE TO THE MODERATOR: I know this does not belong in the racquet forum, but I wanted the most participation, as I knew TT would come up with some good 'rallies'-- Please keep them coming, some of these are worthy of a George Carlin or Chris Rock comedy special.
 
...you immediately straighten the strings on your racquet when you get back from hitting.

...you feel like sh*t after you drop/bounce your racquet on the court, and feel as if your racquet may never be the same again.

...you ask other "lesser" players who are hitting on the best court if they can move to a different one because that is "your" court.

...you cringe to let anyone see/touch/play with your racquet after putting on a fresh white OG.
 
You go to bed early, or risk feeling messed up at work just so you can watch round 128 of Wimbledon in the morning.

You buy/sell/demo so many racquets that you start too feel embarrassed to go your usual post office.

Your first thought when you see a rain drop in the morning "man I hope it dries up in time for afternoon tennis!"

You text 4-5 of your playing partners simutaneously with your generic "tennis" sms.

its a fail-safe method! that way, you never get stuck without a partner!

the post a few back about being the only person around who knows about equipment and uses the big bag..thats me :) lol

it sucks going to my club, and the only other guys who know anything about strings is my former coach, and the tennis director, who are both quite a bit better than me (not for long though, my groundstrokes have improved markedly with the ball drills ive been doing recently.)
 
When you're dead tired, relaxing in your backyard and you hear a ball pop off a frame and hit the wall.... Immediately you put your shoes on, grab your racquet and some balls (leaving the head-bands and wristguards behind-because you would like to appear as humble as possible) and run to ask the apprehensive and quite timid wall hitter if he wants to play... saying 'it's better than hitting a wall'- smiling, hoping that he will take you up on your offer... and then for good measure you add..'I just started playing, I'm really not that good'... hoping that this last comment will convince the poor f**k*r to play.
 
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When you're dead tired, relaxing in your backyard and you hear a ball pop off a frame and hit the wall.... Immediately you put your shoes on, grab your racquet and some balls (leaving the head-bands and wristguards behind-because you would like to appear as humble as possible) and run to ask the apprehensive and quite timid wall hitter if he wants to play... saying 'it's better than hitting a wall'- smiling, hoping that he will take you up on your offer... and then for good measure you add..'I just started playing, I'm really not that good'... hoping that this last comment will convince the poor f**k*r to play.

ha hussling people aint right man:twisted:
 
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