There is truth to this, but sometimes, high level junk balls don't come at you the same way lower level junk balls do. Lower level ones tend to look like good stroke but from a player who doesn't make consistently good contact with the ball if at all. So a better player like Boogar might read the ball as being heavier than it actually is and fail to make the right adjustments.
IT's all experience, but the mistake is to think that you are not playing well because you are not playing strokes against balls you haven't practiced reading. There is a whole process to trusting the way the ball comes off your paddle as the most accurate read of what is on the ball as well as learning to adapt your stroke to that read and it takes time to get there.
Exactly. Which is why it is worth training the skill in drills. The stuff SmashFan throws at me is priceless training because the junk is so varied that you just get used to reading it.
Another interesting way of practicing returning garbage is getting someone lower level to do flip practice. You serve, they have to flip. And you HAVE TO T-Off on their flip.
When someone is not good at flipping, the stuff that comes back when they are trying to flip is mostly weird balls.
But there really are many ways to practice vs random junk balls. And high level junk balls are good to practice against as well.
One time there was this tournament in this bar in my neighborhood. They used to have it one Wednesday a month.
The first time I went I played this Indian guy. He was hiding his level. I asked to see his racket. It was a Joyner-H and on one side he had Butterfly Super-Anti. I asked him about it. And he pretended that he did not know what Antispin was. He said something like: "I don't know what it means. Is it good? My friend gave it to me and told me, sometimes you use the black side to get a pop up."
Now, he was really trying his best not to look better than everyone else. And to make his wins look like the other guy just didn't play well. But every so often he'd get in a rally and you'd see him loop around the net or some crazy shot that nobody at this recreational player's tournament should be able to do.
The reason he was playing at this tournament was obvious. There was a $5.00 entry fee to the tournament. If you lost, you could by back in a few times into the loser's bracket. There was even a guy whose strategy was to lose quick and get into the loser's bracket knowing that the rest of his opponents, till he got out of the loser's, would not have lost on purpose. [emoji2]
In the end, after enough drunken fools had bought back in, a few times the tournament ended up with about a $400.00 pot that was "winner take all!"
This guy won a lot of money. Well, the next month, I brought a bunch of guys in the 1800-1900 range and one guy who was 2000+ to the tournament. All of them got spanked mercilessly by this guy who, as his opponents got better, his level magically seemed to go up.
Anyway, after that, we figured out that the guy had to be at least 2100-2200. So I got Philippe Dassonval and Dora Kurimay to show up to the tournament. This guy actually beat Philippe. Even though Philippe had beaten him in a sanctioned tournament a few weeks before.
So someone said something to Dora about misreading the junk balls off the Antispin. And she comfortable turned to my friend who said that and replied: "Well that shouldn't happen to me!"
She was right and she did trounce him. But we really got to see what this guy's actual level was. I think the score was -7, -5, & -3. But his forehand was still impressive and he was a fighter.
But Dora was right, his junk balls did nothing to her. The points he got, he earned the old fashioned way by simply being really good. I still remember this one rally in the last game, Dora crushed the Antispin junk return of serve and they had an FH to FH rally that went for at least 5 shots each. The guy only got 2 other points in the game, but he overpowered Dora FH to FH in that rally.
I still won't forget how she knew that the junk would not fool her. [emoji2]
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