|epilogue (the tennis lesson).
||[Jul. 15th, 2009|10:15 pm]
the Gong Family
- about the tennis lesson, it didn't go too badly. the other guy has a decent sense of timing, but as usual, his difficulties are those of familiarity and practice.
- e.g. switching grips,
how close should the ball be (to swing at it), etc.
it may not have been incredible excitement, the way that 爸爸 taught/drilled us tennis, but i wouldn't trade those instincts for anything else.
in retrospect, picking up balls is good for the soul. a few courts down from us, this morning, one camp counselor kept yelling at the kids to pick up the balls. man, 打得小! 
- on a related note, my favorite shot is a running cross-court (forehand) shot.
- unlike hitting it down the line, you can cut loose a little -- being that diagonals are longer than sides of rectangles -- and get terrific speed out of it.
there's also the killjoy effect. the opponent thinks that (s)he has you on the run, but little does (s)he know .. mmwoohahaha! (;
 at least, i think that's what i meant. there's a risk of using cantodict too literally.