I just picked up my re-strung squash racquet. I bet it is going to feel like a totally new racquet tonight when I attend this bi-monthly squash clinic that is so hard on me that I actually will lose 3-4 pounds between now and tomorrow morning. I am thinking that the ball is going to jump off these shiny new strings like it was shot from a gun. I am, in short, way more excited about this than I have any right to be. It is pathetic. I kept twirling it around in my hand the whole way back from the store. I am itching to pick it up now to see how it feels all the while knowing it will feel almost precisely how it felt when I walked it over to the store this morning.
One nice thing was the wear pattern on the old strings. The old strings had started to unravel and fray. Where? All in the sweet spot, baby, and no where else. Meaning? I was striking most every ball right in the middle of the racquet (or else I was dinging the other shots off the frame). Nice.
Like I said, pathetic. I am going to be 40 this year and here I am gushing like a kid over a new car.
Still, I am so looking forward to banging a ball around tonight for a couple of hours.
Posted by Random Penseur at July 25, 2007 02:46 PM | TrackBackYou need to buy some new shoes, too. You KNOW they'll make you faster.
Posted by: Howard at July 25, 2007 03:58 PM