Yep. I have a feeling you know how to play. And you know how to hustle. Nothing wrong with that.
(bjgm) Well, USDC, I did know how to play somewhat, and did my share of hustling, particularly when in the Army in dayrooms and USOs with ping pong tables. But, in order to avoid emnity and hard feelings, were I to win which I almost always did, as even half a century ago it helped to have had some coaching, I'd have my opponent buy me a soft drink or a beer if we played in a bar and then if he was not a complete jerk (almost none were) I'd buy him a soft drink or a beer and then we'd talk about pong or any topic of the day that might come up. Now I can't play competitively because of a fall in the winter of 2005 which dislocated my right shoulder and broke my right upper arm. Now I play left handed classically shakehands sometimes on Tuesdays at a local community center with a few seniors and some students from the University of Arizona and Pima Community College.
(USDC) Anyone who talks about Steve Berger, well, he probably has been playing a while.
I won't mention Victor Barna since only a handful of people on hear would even know what a Victor Barna was.
Well, they might not know who Steve was either. Hahahahah.
(bjgm) Steve and I go back to the '97 Nationals in Vegas where he was my first opponent in the Hardbat Open. Despite his snow white Buddha belly, he was incredibly graceful and every time he chopped you could believe that the spirit of his mentor Dick Miles dwelt within him. If Steve had a forehand drive as deadly as Miles' he could have been 2500 against all comers. As a musician myself (piano and voice) I wish I could have had a chance to hear Steve play jazz guitar in Manhattan and Greenwich Village jazz clubs. P.S: I saw Miles in his late thirties play against Danny Vegh as he'd come to Cleveland a couple of times a year and I think Steve's backhand drive and pick-hit were better than Miles'. But Miles when forehand attacking was faster than hell and could bombard your backhand with his forehand. He could also use a severe backhand push to set up his forehand from his backhand corner.
(USDC) Nothing wrong with manipulating the situation so the "chicken and beers" contest falls in your favor. Ask Der_Echte about that.
If a player just short of 2100 doesn't realize he is being hustled by a hardbat player who is close to that level in the first place, why not stack the odds in your favor.
(bjgm) Actually my USATT rating was about 600 points lower than my 2100 level clubmate's. Except hardbat to hardbat, and in 1998 there were no hardbat ratings for (anti)social non-USATT sanctioned throwdowns
If he doesn't realize you have tricked him into giving you a distinct advantage, then why not let him be foolish. But if he changes his equipment for you, you and you don't return the favor, you have given yourself a very noticeable advantage. If that player doesn't realize it, at the end of the day, it really is his problem.
(bjgm) Back in the late '90s at our old beat up Columbus club we did have a table tennis league on Wednesday evenings beginning if I recollect rightly at around 7:00 p.m. My 2100 level friend and clubmate belonged to one team, I to another. Sponge to sponge, it was a deeply religious experience playing against him. His heavy fh and bh loops, augmented by speed glued Mark V GPS? hit my racket like a sledge hammer. Trying to counterloop them was a real bitch, and chopping them was out of the question. I averaged maybe ten points a game.
(USDC) But by getting a player who loops with smooth rubber like Tenergy--who does not already know how to play hardbat at a decent level--to try and play hardbat against you, without that player taking at least a week or so to train and practice with the racket, he would probably play at a level 500-700 points lower than his rating with smooth. And not all smooth players will figure out how to adapt to hardbat.
(bjgm) Tenergy postdates my competitive playing career, USDC. But in many cases, you are right about smooth fancy pants
(do I have the right emoticon?) players adapting to hardbat. Remember the famous Joo Se Hyuk en Hardbat video on YouTube? It was gracious of Joo to come to play for funsies against a very competent hardbat player, Francois Leibenguth, whom he barely defeated in a 15 point match 15-13, and got bulldozerized by the hardbat champion of France, the very stylish attacker-defender Jean-Paul Carquin. Joo back in 2009 when this video was made was the ninth ranked player in the world.
The problem that some, not all, smooth rubber players have in adjusting to hard rubber strikes me as curious. Hard rubber is an extremely innocent and cooperative rubber--it will do just what your stroke will impart to it and will give you instant feedback as to whether your stroke is sound or errant. It is up to you, more than up to you plus your rubber and whatever substance you choose to augment it with or however you choose to change its properties, that will ultimately determine how skillfully you might play with a hard rubber racket.
(USDC) I remember watching Damien Provost--he was high 2700s at the time--play in a hardbat competition. He was not good. He couldn't do it. And he trained for the comp because it was in honor of Marty. Whereas, a player like Matthew Suchy, who drives through the ball more than he brushes, even when looping, he is a natural at hardbat. Or a guy like Tahl Leibovitz, that guy can really play hardbat when he puts his mind to it. But then he will complain that it messes up his smooth game.
(bjgm) I feel Tahl's pain, but in a converse fashion. In the late '60s, '70s, even the '80s, when except for one-color "magic play" which loused up my game big time and later speed glue which made me bid adieu to chopping in favor of mid-distance spin looping and hoping my opponent would miss, smooth fancy pants (sorry, can't help it, every time I think of fancy pants rubbers I begin lol) rubbers played holy Hades with my once no frills but no major weaknesses either hardbat game. It works both ways.
(USDC) But not everyone is going to be able to, or even want to do it.
(bjgm) Right-o. Hardbat, like politics, ain't beanbag. It requires a strong stomach, iron will and steely nerves.
(USDC) Franck Raharinosy has got me to play a bunch with hardbat and with sandpaper; I used to suck at it. But as I got better at smooth, I got a little better at adjusting to the change. Still, hardbat is not what makes me happy when I play. I don't even care if I play matches. I personally like training where I get to spin the ball so heavy that I can make guys better than me have trouble controlling the topspin.
But, watching two guys who can really play hardbat go at it, it is a duel that, for me, is fun to watch. In many ways, more enjoyable than how short most rallies are in modern TT. But I still prefer to play modern TT.
And most of the people on this forum are playing a modern looping game. So talking about hardbat may not even interest many of them.
But by all means, people should be able to choose whatever form or weapon they would like. Der_Echte's weapon of mass destruction seems to be quite similar to the one I have chosen.
KJH with Karis. You don't get much out of it unless you put the effort into it. So, a wood blade with a control rubber that handles incoming spin fairly nicely.
(bjgm) Even though I think it would be beneficial for Western Hemisphere grassroots unplugged table tennis, spectator friendly table tennis, comprehensible table tennis. and playable table tennis, there isn't a whole hell of a lot I can do about the present situation. Nor can you or anyone save for those Kafkaesque suits of the ITTF who choose and will continue to choose until such time as professional and competitive players get fed up and decide to coalesce and get sound legal labor advice and form a union to look out for their own interests. And should their own unionized interests decide that all the 40+ balls will be strictly standardized and all the table tennis rackets and rubbers be limited to strict power, spin, and obstruction limits, well great. In the meantime, de gustibus non est disputandum. Play with whatever you want to, and I'll be content to play the part of the partly petrified old fossil on this table tennis forum whose forte is bitching, whinging, pissing and moaning about the ways things in general have become and how wonderful the ways (ha!) that things once were.
But, thanks to a busted up right arm and the joys of essential tremor, it's not my problem any more. And unless you unite for unity, it's gonna continue to be your problem.