Volley King and Marko 6-4, 6-1 vs all the satellite players at Ladera.
How did it go down? Well, after that first set I asked Volley if he remembered one of the guys from the other side saying something before we started.
“He was saying something and you did the right thing not to say anything,” Volley King corroborated.
The second set was more of a roll, although the other guys were by no means easy at any point. Volley King and I played our game. Point-by-point. Good flow. Good racquet tapping.
I’m serving for the match. Volley King tells me, “You gotta grunt this one.”
I grunt it.
Volley King has his name on his own bench over at Rancho. He is Hall of Fame. And he’s always down to hit with me and vice versa all caps three exclamation points
Serious talk now. Volley King has been a formative and abiding influence for two decades. No one has ever impressed me more with the usefulness of hitting down the middle . Frequently when I hit a winner down the middle, credit goes to Volley King.
Today he added further wisdom, which I took the trouble to write down. The context here is I double faulted a couple times and fluffed a couple overheads.
We were up 4-0 before any topics came up, so when they did, the anesthesia of winning let the information operate on me.
1. Get your serve in the box.
2. Overheads — place them at the “T”
I liked #2 so much I added #3: hit the overhead as hard as you would punch a heavy bag you wanted to jolt.
“Upper cut,” Volley King corroborated, one-two POW-POW.
Muy efectivo immediamente.
The Volley King has had my back for years. Some of these satellite players try not to play with me, and some of them say things, but the Volley King will play with me every day.
“You’ve got good hands, he told me. I wrote this all down. It’s prime. Volley King told me, “Don’t be afraid of motherfuckers comin’ at you.”
That’s right Volley King.
Thank you sir.
Thank you for the wins, today and every day since I’ve known you.