Category: Training

My son grew four inches between March and September when he was thirteen. Four inches. His shoes went up two sizes, his forehand went into the next zip code, and his ranking fell off a cliff. For about six months, he played like he’d never held a racquet. Shots he’d hit in his sleep at…

I used to think the best kid at the tournament was the one who hit the ball hardest. Flat, screaming forehands, lasers down the line. It looked like real tennis. Then I watched that same kid play a sixteen-year-old who hit these heavy, looping balls that jumped off the court like they were angry. The…