So I was taking make-up work and additional work nice and easy, slowly doing work and slowly catching up in class. I found some spare time today and decided to post yet another rant on here about today in school, particularly, tennis practice. It’s not like me to complain, whine, or rant, but since it’s bad enough to be posted on here, then it must be for a good reason — and hell yes it is, be forewarned though, a lot of madness has from one day has been laid off here.

Well, how should I start…

Coach is being a cunt again, by underseeing my abilities in tennis and pissing me off by ignoring my reasonable and logical arguments involving taking my game to the next level. It was windy today, so I decided to half-arse through it and not really do anything special, and only work on anticipating the bounce and curve of the ball in the 25 MPH wind. It was working so-so for me, but that’s not the point. Moving on.

He brought some balls out so we could work on our serve — WTF, you gotta be pretty dumb to try working on doing flat serves in the wind, but we went ahead anyway, and it wasn’t too bad. Then I went on to try to work some more on my favorite serve: The twist serve (American Twist serve for you foreign folks). After practicing on putting some vertical-diagonal spin on it and not on getting it over the net (and rightfully so the ball flew down into the net when I tried it), Coach told me “No. We don’t need that serve. Focus only on the flat serve, and that’s all you’ll ever need.” To some extent, that is true, but I ain’t going to settle with a wussy, second-rate serve that relies solely on gravity. My first serve can be as flat as anybody can want it to be, I don’t care. I will not settle for a piece-of-shit, slow second serve, however. We’re talking a second serve so wussy, than even a newb can see it and go “Thanks” and put it away, obliterating my game on my serve.

I tried all I can to convince him, but it was useless. You can’t convince a close-minded bastard like him, (and I sure as hell hope you can read this, Coach, because I’m giving you a piece of my mind!), so I went on without even bothering anymore, very dismayed that I am unable to pursue my aspiration of my favorite serve… and the hopes of taking my game to a higher level and fortifying my confidence.

We went onto some rallying, just some strong, typical baseline-to-baseline topspin rally. The wind was being noobish, and my racket was overpowering me again. It was hard to find the perfect swing and loop these days for my crappy oversized racket, so I had trouble getting some hard ones in, until like 20 shots later. Coach was obviously disappointed, but it wasn’t my fault — dang weather and uncooperative racket. But he didn’t listen to my excuses (and those were totally valid excuses, mind you) and just rubbed it on me and put me down, dismaying me even more. He had no right to do that, and he had no right to deny my aspirations. A good coach and superior tennis instructor must be willing to find the right stroke and techniques for his students — not make duplicate copies of himself, and that was exactly what Coach was doing, and it was pissing me off. I do NOT want to be a younger entity of an old player — I want to be myself, damn it, but apparently he doesn’t like that.

Now I have a crappy serve that can’t do wizz otherwise in a match. If my first serve fails, my entire game fails, and that’s that, and that’s all because of a coach who’s not willing to help his student who wants to extend his aspirations, even though he’s not exactly “ready” yet. Oh but I’ve waited for a year or so for this, make it two if you really care, I think I’m more than ready enough to learn a second, aggressive spin service. Jesus Christ give me a break already.