It’s Hunting Season

It’s that time of year again. Captains and teammates are not so casually stalking the social tennis scene, hoping to find the rare and elusive unaffiliated tennis player. Over the past several years as the economy has changed and the expat landscape in Singapore has shrunk, these players have become even more scarce, almost endangered. The once dependable summer migration of new families/players has since become unreliable, forcing existing teams to poach from each other to make up their numbers. What was once a thriving team could be decimated by poaching. It’s brutal.…but these are the current conditions. I almost feel sorry for those new players that actually do arrive before roster deadlines. While I’m kidding -not…

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Coping With Bad Line Calls – The Ugly Side Of Tennis

Bad line calls. You know we've all made them at some point. Despite our best efforts, we can't be right all the time. Even when we make a concerted effort pay close attention and to be fair, it can still happen. I know most players do it completely unintentionally. They make the best call they can at the moment, and we move on. While it can still be frustrating when it happens at crucial moments, this type of mistake doesn't create ill will on the courts. Normally. But let's be honest. We've all been in matches when we are sure the bitches ladies on the other side of the court are doing it repeatedly and on purpose.…

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Sweating in Singapore – You’ve Got To Stay Hydrated

Before moving to Singapore, I considered myself a moderate sweater. I could work out and get a bit of a sweat on, but it confined itself to the normal areas. You know, the forehead/brow region and armpits. Again, NORMAL places. And it was easy to stay hydrated. I didn’t lose that much water, so just taking a bottle of water to the gym was more than sufficient. It wasn’t until I got to Singapore that I even realized that you could sweat from every pore of your entire body. And I do mean EVERY pore. It was bad enough that the instant I stepped outside of my air-conditioned condo existence that I began to perspire, but I…

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Things I Wish I’d Known Before Getting Injured – The Basics Of Tennis Strings

Before every new season, I head to the pro shop to have my racket restrung. Its part of my ritual: clean out my bag, restock anything that’s finished, and head to the shop for new tennis strings. It's the same every season and not something I even think twice about  - at least not until recently. About a month ago at my team's training session, our coach brought up the topic of strings. It was pretty clear from that conversation that many of us didn’t have a clue what strings were on our rackets, or even what tension they were at. Personally, I did know that my racket had a hybrid set-up, but honestly, I didn’t know…

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Please Excuse My Nadal Rant

It's the start of the second week of the Australian Open, and I would like to send a big shout out to the production team that is responsible for the televised coverage of the AO matches. This is the first year I haven’t had to turn off the TV during Nadal’s matches. Normally, I watch for a little bit, but end up having to switch channels, or just turn it off. He’s an amazing player, I know, and even though I’m an anal person myself, I can not take his all of this rituals. I just can’t. I can almost tolerate his lining up of his water bottles, his very particular way of walking across the lines,…

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What’s In Your Tennis Bag?

So the fall season has come to an end, and my team is enjoying a bit of down time over the holidays. What does this mean for me? It's time to clean up. Time to get my rackets restrung, change the grips, and clean out my tennis bag. My season actually ended in October because of an injury, and I’m going to blame my abbreviated season for what has transpired. It's the only way I can begin to justify the state of my tennis bag. I vaguely remember coming back from my last LTS match, taking out my water bottle and dumping my tennis bag before I completely zoned out for the rest of the afternoon (those…

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Tennis Confessions

I have a confession. I get distracted in matches from time to time. I like to believe that we all do. Don’t ruin it for me. It’s not like it happens every point, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I said it didn’t happen once a match or so. For me, it’s usually between points, as I quickly glance at the court next to me to see how their match is going. If the rallies are good, I’ll linger a little longer than I should. But a great point is really fun to watch, don’t you think? Then there are those moments when I try and sneak a peek at our team mates court to…

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The Unexpected Serve

Have you ever been on court, ready to receive a serve, only to be completely caught of guard by the server? So much so that you nearly miss returning it because you’re still trying to figure out what the hell just happened over there? I’ve experienced this a few times over the years, but my absolute favorite one was a teammate of mine, Nancy. She moved away a few years ago, but she was hilarious on and off the court, and has been greatly missed. Nancy’s serve was like nothing I've ever seen before or since, and I thank God that most of the time she was my partner and not my opponent. She had a ‘process’…

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This Can’t Be Normal

I think there’s something wrong with me. I spend WAY too much time thinking about my tennis team and the strategy aspect of lineups and partnerships and coaching. I even get nervous for them when I’m not playing. I mean adrenaline pumping nervous. I know, it’s ridiculous. I have a life outside of tennis, I swear. It might not look like it sometimes, but I do. However, today, wasn’t one of those days though. Today, I was with my husband in a factory in China checking new production samples…And what was I doing? Checking my WhatsAp every few minutes to get updates on how our team was doing. We were playing one of the top ranked teams…

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