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My son was playing his ukulele tonight. I couldn’t help but notice that his sound was fuller, his tone about perfect. I admit that I’m a proud parent. With a uke in my boy’s hands, Slash would be impressed. Still, the sound was almost too perfect. After a little digging, I discovered he had changed his strings out.

I used to be a fairly decent tennis player. No, I wasn’t a 5.0 player, but I had a free flowing swing. I went for the lines. Hit big, at least for me. I used to play in this lunch time clinic. Five courts. Two players at the net. Two at the baseline. The pro feeds a ball. Play to twenty. 

Winning team graduates.

Losing team gets demoted.

Then, I quite playing for about eighteen months. And what happened? Well, I came back and I couldn’t find my way out of the bottom court. It could have been rust. I don’t have a mechanical swing, rhythm matters for me. Weeks went by, and I was still at the bottom. I was getting blasted off the court. Finally, I asked a pro. It’s always good to get advice. And what did he say? “It’s your strings.”

Timing wise, this was the evolution of Luxilon Strings. The era of Nadal. When I changed the strings out, amazing things happened. I could literally hold the ball on my racquet. Always push for an edge. Game on.