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Match Rewind: J. McEnroe vs C. Lewis...1983 Wimbledon Final
It was a progressive process. The engineering of the Modern Tennis from the relics and ashes of Classic Tennis. History is a set of lies agreed upon. Lie upon lie. Quietly and silently agreed upon. Such was the demise of the real game of tennis. The Great Lie of 1983 was this final between our hero and the rest of the tennis establishment. Chris Lewis is a relatively unknown New Zealander who was ranked in the 90's or thereabouts before this Wimbledon. I believe that he shot up in the 20's after this diabolical final. Chris Lewis is using a Prince Graphite racquet. I wonder what all of his opponents were using on this journey to the sacred finals.
Be that all that as it may. At the time I was livid. Of course, I was only an obscure player that had not made the elite echelon to be heard. If only I had been. Locally I was eating my way up the food chain. I would have gone down in history as the raving lunatic who like a modern day Don Quixote waved his tiny little wooden racquet at the monstrous graphite over-sized. Screaming and howling at every player that defected that they were a cheater and worse. The pits of the world. Perhaps it was a mercy that my antics and howling were largely confined and out of ear shot. Although, I am certain that I would have longed to be in the big picture if only to stop and expose the conspiracy to re-engineer the game of tennis to its present day dumbed down version.
Once again, the commentators are pleading the fifth by not commentating on the use of Lewis' racquet. They choose to once again ignore the elephant in the living room. Or rather in the stadium. One of them makes a roundabout acknowledgement that something is amiss when he mentions that Lewis had been a great defender during the tournament. Of course he was...you dolt. His racquet was so abnormally large that any clown would have been so. You see...the powers that be really do think we are stupid. hybridfh? What do you think?
The modern day tennis aficionado is always marveling in the wondrous technique of the modern day forehand. Never once have I heard any one of these "geniuses" suggest that it is only because of the extra real estate that this sort of thing is viable. Turning the racquet face parallel to the ground in the swing and somehow squaring it at impact. Using my imagination in this match I can see this in McEnroe's forehand. He keeps the racquet face nearly perpendicular to the ground. By keeping it open he ensures his capacity to keep the face square at impact and it was this that enabled him on the slick Wimbledon grass in 1983 that enabled true ability and talent to win over the engineering. Engineering was able to best the rest of the field apparently. It would be heavenly to watch these modern day imposters playing with a standard sized wooden racquet on a slick Wimby grass. The mishits would be so hilarious. Balls shooting all about the stadium. Off of the side of the frame. Complete misses. They would all look like a joke...compared to the Classic Era maestro...Mr. John McEnroe.
Just imagine watching these dumbed down versions of tennis players trying to play McEnroe from the baseline because they didn't have the semblance of an idea about how to serve and volley. How to approach the net. How to finish a point with a two volley combination. Talk about clueless. Well here it is. Another piece of the puzzle. The 1983 Wimbledon final with a useful idiot using a Prince Graphite racquet. Somehow it seems...so appropriate. Read it and weep.
Be that all that as it may. At the time I was livid. Of course, I was only an obscure player that had not made the elite echelon to be heard. If only I had been. Locally I was eating my way up the food chain. I would have gone down in history as the raving lunatic who like a modern day Don Quixote waved his tiny little wooden racquet at the monstrous graphite over-sized. Screaming and howling at every player that defected that they were a cheater and worse. The pits of the world. Perhaps it was a mercy that my antics and howling were largely confined and out of ear shot. Although, I am certain that I would have longed to be in the big picture if only to stop and expose the conspiracy to re-engineer the game of tennis to its present day dumbed down version.
Once again, the commentators are pleading the fifth by not commentating on the use of Lewis' racquet. They choose to once again ignore the elephant in the living room. Or rather in the stadium. One of them makes a roundabout acknowledgement that something is amiss when he mentions that Lewis had been a great defender during the tournament. Of course he was...you dolt. His racquet was so abnormally large that any clown would have been so. You see...the powers that be really do think we are stupid. hybridfh? What do you think?
The modern day tennis aficionado is always marveling in the wondrous technique of the modern day forehand. Never once have I heard any one of these "geniuses" suggest that it is only because of the extra real estate that this sort of thing is viable. Turning the racquet face parallel to the ground in the swing and somehow squaring it at impact. Using my imagination in this match I can see this in McEnroe's forehand. He keeps the racquet face nearly perpendicular to the ground. By keeping it open he ensures his capacity to keep the face square at impact and it was this that enabled him on the slick Wimbledon grass in 1983 that enabled true ability and talent to win over the engineering. Engineering was able to best the rest of the field apparently. It would be heavenly to watch these modern day imposters playing with a standard sized wooden racquet on a slick Wimby grass. The mishits would be so hilarious. Balls shooting all about the stadium. Off of the side of the frame. Complete misses. They would all look like a joke...compared to the Classic Era maestro...Mr. John McEnroe.
Just imagine watching these dumbed down versions of tennis players trying to play McEnroe from the baseline because they didn't have the semblance of an idea about how to serve and volley. How to approach the net. How to finish a point with a two volley combination. Talk about clueless. Well here it is. Another piece of the puzzle. The 1983 Wimbledon final with a useful idiot using a Prince Graphite racquet. Somehow it seems...so appropriate. Read it and weep.
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