Previously I had said 'near perfect vision'. More Like.....20/20, act-ually. Marines that won't march in formation = UN troops massing within, so our leaders can quack orders from blue lips, between crack hits. And No Moving Van outside. I see outside, and the red cardinal is feeding the brown one. A personalized gift of sorts. I'll miss them, and every atom of dirt I was forced to flee from, because I can see. Can't say stuff like this on face book, not even with 9 million fans, cellphones, or credit links. Like, now that I think of it, where did that come from....? Maybe Fukushima....because when I watched HBO's "Girls", I nearly went, Like, instantly blind. Like, what's wrong with me. Like, I think I get it now.
When one pees, it's supposed to be Like something you'd see in a detention facility, or concentration camp: simple elimination, now a form of torture and pain. Oh, and just do it anywhere. We'll just assimilate this, get used to it if we see enough of it. Hyman Roth had the same problems. I guess the bag with 2 million dollars was more important than getting his vibe right with God. What else is there to think about, when taking a nap? A bag with 2 million dollars, or God? I am afraid of the answer, to be honest. So, Houston, perhaps we do have a problem?
What a world. Let's go driving at top speed, doing nitrous, while blindfolded, with Bucky at the wheel. Can't they, Like, confine themselves within New York City when doing this? I swear they should just quash the series, before it's all archived as evidence. Wear lots of garlic if you are exposed to this human zoo documentary "Girls".
So anyways, I wanted to say, on face book, Like, that I hope her new racquet has some feel to it, some flex. I don't know if they allow that anymore, in tennis. But I must confirm my identity with cellular ID, or links to my credit, before I can, Like, 'see something/say something'. Well, I am no neuroscientist, but the human body is not a robot. And matches are won with hardwired nerves, not wireless nerve transmissions, however sublime they certainly may be. If a racquet has no flex, then yes, it is powerful, and transmits all the energy right back over the net. But the human bones, Maria's bones, are constantly taking a hit. It's a devil's bargain. I think it has ruined tennis, personally.
Like, what tension does one use in the strings if the racquet has no flex? I use 55 on the mains and 50 on the cross, with my Dennis Ralston Match Play model. I know that no one will believe this, but when you serve with a real racquet, it is possible to blast at over 140. The problem comes in the return, and that's what makes the game interesting. At those speeds, on the return, the ball is near impossible to put anything into, with wood. But to serve that hard takes immense concentration, and immaculate physical form, because the sweet spot is small, and the wood bends like a tree limb in a hurricane. So it evens out.
The first time I was able to do this, I was using a Davis Classic 2. As I squinted into the bright sky, I could see two things; the ball, and a small blue butterfly dancing around it. But too late, the nerves were locked. It would have been simpler to stop a goddamn freight train. The butterfly smashed into atoms, and the bullet hit the line at speed which not even a beast could have dealt with.
I leave for New York in the morning. Think about a price.
