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ein zweites Gesicht in der Rückhand haben.
Eine Skulptur aus der Kunstgießerei Kayser.
have a second face in the backhand.
A sculpture from the Kayser art foundry.
Alex Molcan (Slovakia), former 38th in the ATP ranking, at the semifinal match against Matej Dodig (Croatia), Sofia, Callenger 75, 22 august 2025
Although manufactured with exceeding precision, Yue frames are known for ruggedness. The Backhand is no exception.
Xavier Malisse returns a ball with a backhand during the Semifinals of the SAP Open. He and his partner Mark Knowles would go on to win the match and then the tournament.
Marat Sharipov (Russia) playing in the semifinal against Joel Schwaerzler (Austria). Sofia, Callenger 75, 22 august 2025
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Non ho fatto che un'ora di sonno
sono schiavo del cavo oramai
resterò ancora un po' così
a credere che tornerai…
l'immaginazione aiuta ma non fa miracoli!
Fino a ieri eri qui nel mio letto…
poi cos'è che ti avrò detto mai!
Nessuna scusa né alibi
se c'è l'intesa tra di noi:
la versione più evoluta dei cliché romantici!
Se sei convinta che sia un mio difetto
chiedi a un bambino e ti conferma tutto…
lui non si sbaglia mai!
Non cerco più di scusarmi
tu puoi capirmi se adesso
rimango solo me stesso
un uomo diverso e allora…
prova a sentirti leggera
e poi amore caro ti giuro
vedrai che il mondo è più bello
se sai vederlo in chiaro!
E rigiro il cuscino che scotta
l'alba è tutta nel cielo oramai…
mi salta su il sospetto che a letto tu non tornerai
ma c'ho in pausa la Playstation
e un rovescio di Gasquet!
Sei proprio certa che sia un mio difetto?
Chiedi a tuo figlio e ti rimangi tutto…
lui non si sbaglia mai!
Non cerco più di scusarmi
tu puoi capirmi se adesso
rimango solo me stesso
un uomo diverso e allora…
prova a sentirti leggera
e poi amore caro ti giuro
vedrai che il mondo è più bello
se sai vederlo in chiaro!
Dici che vegeto e non penso mai al domani
che a tal proposito i miei intenti
son profani…anzi strani!
Io preferisco il vero amare solo istante per istante
perché ormai vivere al futuro sa di niente!
Non cerco più di scusarmi
tu puoi capirmi se adesso
rimango solo me stesso
un uomo diverso e allora?
Non cerco più di scusarmi
tu puoi capirmi se adesso
rimango solo me stesso
un uomo diverso e allora…
Prova a sentirti leggera
e poi amore caro ti giuro
vedrai che il mondo è più bello
se sai vederlo in chiaro!
(M.Gazzè - Un uomo diverso)
The number two seed, and eventual tournament champion Angelique Kerber of Germany in semifinal action of the 2016 US Open against Caroline Wozniacki of Denmark in Arthur Ashe Stadium at the USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Center in Flushing Meadows Corona Park in the Corona neighborhood of the New York City borough of Queens.
Kerber won in straight sets 6-4, 6-3 to advance to the finals against Karolína Plíšková of the Czech Republic and would at the end of the tournament be ranked as the number one player in the world by the Women’s Tennis Association (WTA).
Photo by Bruce Adler
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3 YEARS LATER...
CRASH! One swift backhand sends the nearest biker through the window, the glass slicing his chest like a dozen stabs of a knife. I continue to love through the crowded bar as the brawling ensues. I grab the man to my left and slam him down into a table, the force of the impact snapping his neck. In an effort to get a jump on me, the bartender charges from behind wielding a bottle of Chardonnay. Lucky me, as I was suddenly doused from head to toe with alcohol, the liquor seeping into the cuts of a broken bottle. If I were an ordinary man, I'd be in agony. Lucky for me, I'm no man. Today must be my lucky day. Probably not for anyone else though.
I turn around slowly and grab the scruffy looking bartender by the collar of his shirt. Then, reaching down ever so leisurely I grab the remains of the broken bottle. I give the man a courteous smile and a wink, and then ram the razor edges of the bottle into his neck. The blood splurts everywhere getting all over my face and my clothes. I lick up the remains splattered upon my face, and feel imbued with instant power. My cuts are already beginning to heal as I feel this newfound bloodthirsty craving inside my body.
It's not long before in attacked by another drunk, and after going through half the bar already, I wasn't interested in playing games. He raises his arm to strike me, but instead I snap his neck with my hand and sink my teeth into him. I take one good gulp and whip his body at a pair of brawlers next to me. Continuing along my stroll I grab another alcoholic by his hair and slam his face into a table. Then I knocked him into the wall with a swift swing of a chair.
RING RING RING RING
Damn it. These people suck with their timing.
"Now is NOT the time, Little boy blue," I yell as I twist a pinned down biker's arm out of his socket.
"Do you really even take this seriously?" He retorts through my burner phone.
"If I didn't then I wouldn't be here now would I?" Another man runs at me with a knife. I dodge each drunken swing he makes before punching a hole through his chest.
"God you're so difficult," he mutters before asking, "What's the mission status?"
"Oh it's fine! Yeah I'm ok too. Doing just peachy thanks for asking!" I harshly reply while throwing a brawler over the counter and into the wall.
He sighs heavily. And begins, "how are..."
"Oh put a sock in it Mr. Track n' Field. Does it sound like I give a shit?" I cut him off.
"How are we supposed to guarantee results if half the time we don't even know where or what you are doing."
"A little bit of faith wouldn't kill ya," i say as I slam together two brawlers' heads.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You're humor is as stale and old as you are," I hear spoken into my ear.
I knock out another man's knee and punch him in the face as he falls down. "Again. Not a real vampire."
"Do you require backup?"
"Do you doubt my expertise?"
"Are you giving me any reason to?"
"Nope." Another two down and drained.
"So I'll ask again. Do. You. Require. Backup?"
"You know what," I say as I shove a biker down on to his knees. I grab him by the throat as he hangs barley conscious. "I think I've got it covered here." With that I rip his head off from his torso. Then I hang up and toss both to the floor. I look around at all the carnage surrounding me.
"Shame really," I say out loud. "I didn't absolutely hate this jacket." I remove my coat and use it to mope the blood off my face before tossing it with the rest of the mutilated corpses.
"You know what they say."
I pull out a small lighter from my pocket.
"No witnesses."
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You should probably get used to long stories as I am a writer. I am very pleased with this story, which, in a movie, would only encompass three minutes of the beginning. I am also glad that I finally got a good use for the tavern I made a long time ago! Please enjoy and leave your comments below! Also, who do you think is Mr. Track n' Field?
[Alice Marble playing tennis at Forest Hills; composite of eight photographs illustrating her serve and backhand]
1937.
1 photographic print.
Notes:
Acme Newspictures, Inc. photo.
No. 408938.
New York World-Telegram and the Sun Newspaper Photograph Collection.
Subjects:
Marble, Alice,--1913-1990.
Tennis--New York (State)--New York--1930-1940.
Format: Montages--1930-1940.
Photographic prints--1930-1940.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication. No copyright registration or renewal found in U.S. Copyright Office, 2017.
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/cph.3c15631
Call Number: NYWTS - BIOG--Marble, Alice
Cause nothing says skill like a bigass missile launcher and a beam axe. Big points if you can guess which sneaker I based this color scheme on.
Wimbledon quarterfinalist and the number forty four ranked player in the world, twenty three year old Karolína Muchová of the Czech Republic in quarterfinal action of the 2019 NYJTL / WTA Bronx Open against eventual tournament champion Magda Linette of Poland on the Victor Kiam Stadium Court at the Cary Leeds Tennis Center for Tennis and Learning in Crotona Park in the Charlotte Gardens neighborhood of the New York City borough of the Bronx.
Linette won In three sets 6-7, 6-4, 7-6 to advance to the semifinals.
Photo by Bruce Adler NYJTL / WTA
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