Triniti: The Greener Tennis Ball

Is there anything better than opening a new can of tennis balls? There’s that gratifying pop as the seal breaks and the pressure is released. There’s that distinctive aroma, an intoxicating blend of new rubber and stale air. The balls roll out of the can and into your palm, and they’re bright and pristine and full of promise. Ahhhh. It’s going to be a good day.

Of course, there’s a dark side accompanying all this new-can fetishizing. Tennis has a pollution problem. I’m sure, like me, you toss your old cans into the recycling bin, but I’m also sure you’ve heard plastic recycling is mostly a sham. Less than ten percent of plastics actually get recycled, and tennis ball cans present an extra challenge because of the metal lip around the top.

We know why this matters. Overflowing landfills. Degraded oceans. Microplastics in our air, food, and water. I love a fresh can as much as the next person, but I don’t want to eat it. 

I won’t pretend I’m especially eco-minded. I don’t even compost, for cryin’ out loud. I mean, how hard is it to compost? But I’ve started looking for some easy changes I can make—the low-hanging fruit, so to speak. My latest is swapping out my Cerave gel facial cleanser for the bar-based one. Same product without the plastic. It’s pretty much a no-brainer.

Which brings us back to our dreaded tennis cans. 

Earlier this year, I tried out a new tennis ball, the Wilson Triniti. Since most tennis shopping is done online, there’s a good chance you haven’t seen these before. (Yes, they’re sold online, as well as in stores, but unless you know they exist, you wouldn’t be looking for them.) Continue reading “Triniti: The Greener Tennis Ball”

When to Kick Your Old Kicks

One particularly gratifying aspect of writing this blog is sharing humiliating stories about myself. Here’s one more to add to the list.

My high school had a club called the Chiefettes. (Our high school mascot was the Chiefs.) The Chiefettes squad was a kickline, like the Rockettes, only, you know, not as good. The Chiefettes performed at football and basketball games, and most of the girls on it were dancers or naturally flexible.

I am, without a doubt, the least flexible person I know. Always have been. And as any of my cringing former boyfriends could confirm, I am not a dancer. (My husband actually pretends to dislike dancing, just to avoid being seen on the dance floor with me.)

None of this stopped me from trying out for the Chiefettes in tenth grade. Continue reading “When to Kick Your Old Kicks”

Getting a Grip, Part 2

Last week I wrote about my search for an overgrip that can stand up to sweaty palms. Although I did manage to find a better overgrip, I thought it might be worthwhile to share some ideas about how to prevent your hands from becoming an oil slick in the first place. Continue reading “Getting a Grip, Part 2”

Getting a Grip

Here’s something that happens to me a lot. I’m in a match or clinic, and my racquet keeps turning when I hit the ball. I think to myself, “Maybe I’m not holding the racquet tightly enough,” or “I need to look at the ball more,” or just a general “Man, I really stink today.”

After a few days of substandard play, it finally dawns on me. I need a new overgrip. (Duh.) Continue reading “Getting a Grip”

A Tennis Ball Primer

Is there anything better than opening a new can of balls?

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I love the sound the can makes as the pressure is released. I love the vivid color before the ball has picked up too much court crud. I even love the smell. (If it’s toxic, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.)

But despite my love affair with a piece of sporting equipment, it turns out I didn’t know much about it. Continue reading “A Tennis Ball Primer”

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