Category: Tennis instruction

  • The Rise and Fall of Tennis at Pierce College

    A couple days ago, I stood at the net with my new Monday hitting partner, George. I was helping him with his ball striking. No, not his tennis ball striking but his golf ball striking. My instruction is not what’s interesting about the story. George was talking about playing a local course, the Moorpark Country Club. I winced, knowing what I did about his game. I tried, subtly, without saying he wasn’t nearly good enough to play that course, to convey that golf should be played only on courses that a player can handle.

    “Tennis is different,” I said. “Look at this court. It’s the same size a every tennis court you can name. Even Pope Leo XIV’s court is the same size as every other tennis court though we cannot be sure of the dimensions of Pope Julius III’s court (1550-1555) since it no longer exists.”

    Even though the popularity of tennis, at least in the United States, rises and falls, tennis courts are everywhere. Nearby Pierce College in Woodland Hills has nine tennis courts for its 20,000 students. What it doesn’t have is a tennis team.

    Pierce’s Tex Smith, 1962. Photograph by George Birch.

    Founded in 1947 at the Clarence W. Pierce School of Agriculture, Pierce has been home to some great tennis teams and tennis players. Its first team hit the scene in 1961 and by the late 1970s Pierce was a local tennis powerhouse. Coached first by Nick Buzolich, a 6′ 7″ alumnus of Pepperdine, himself a fine tennis and basketball player. Buzolich lost in the quarter-finals of the U.S. Clay Court Championships to Pancho Segura. Early players for Buzolich included Steve King and Tex Smith, both valley boys.

    Starting in 1965, Paul Xanthos took over the Pierce team for the next 30-plus years. By 1995 the team had amassed a record of 550-94. I attended Pierce from before the time I graduated from high school in 1979 until I transferred to UCLA in 1981. I can remember seeing the name Xanthos on virtually everything on campus that had anything to do with tennis. He was a walking institution and has been recognized by both the USPTA and the Intercollegiate Tennis Association.

    By 2005, the Pierce team was led by a former student of Xanthos, Long Dao. A year later, Xanthos died in Hidden Hills. From then until 2020, Dao caoched the team. As late as 2018, the program had success in sending players to the The Ojai Tennis Tournament with the entire roster nearly advancing to the competition. Darvel Lossangoye went the farthest in the singles competition reaching the Round of 16. The 2018 Pierce team finished the season 7-4.

    Days before the team’s February 2020 opener, Interim Athletic Director Susan Armenta made the decision to pull the plug.  “Looking at the previous seasons, when it came to the facilities and participation, it made the most sense to drop the program and not pursue another season using some of the resources that we have,” Armenta said. The previous season, Pierce tennis was disqualified heading into every match because of their player shortage. The era of Pierce tennis that spanned from 1961 until 2020 had come to an end.

    As a Division III school, Caltech does not offer athletic scholarships. But, with a total undergraduate enrollment of right around 1,000 the school is able to field a men’s (and women’s) tennis team. I know, I’ve seen them play and there are some excellent players on Caltech team of eight. As I noted above, Pierce College has something around twenty times the number of students as Caltech, but no tennis team.

    Despite these facts, the then-Dean of Athletics Genice Sarcedo-Magruder said one of the reasons the program was dropped is because of the low enrollment. “The athletic programs are also classes,” Sarcedo-Magruder said. “If there are less than 15 students they tend to get cut, so that is part of the challenge. Our facility is not that good so when you bring in players and they see the courts, they would get discouraged.” 

    That last sentence is what really motivated me to research and write this. When we think of Pierce we are thinking of eighteen to twenty year olds who lack either the academic preparedness or money to attend a four-year college or university. To believe that population would show up at Pierce, see its nine courts and then move on strains credulity. For reference, Division I UCLA has three tennis courts at its much-vaunted Los Angeles Tennis Center.

    Obviously, the issue is not that simple. But, I fear the essence of the problem is far deeper. Pierce College doesn’t need elite athletes. It needs true student athletes. I’m disappointed in the school’s inability to generate enthusiasm for a once-great program that made its mark decades ago. Is it too much to ask for the administration to do all it can to show how those past successes can lead the school to a future that includes tennis? Tt

  • The Barking Tennis Coach

    I was practicing my serve at the local park when I overheard a coach on the adjoining court tell her student something to help her feel the correct move to the trophy position.

    “Take your arm up with the racket facing somewhat forward and somewhat down. So, as you go up the lid is closed. Then, as your arm goes up, you open the lid going back and then close the lid as the racket moves forward to strike the ball.”

    The lid is closed going up…

    That, of course, reminds me of Andy Roddick. Like I wrote in Tennis thing, the book, Roddick’s motion appeals to me.

    It’s short, purposeful and has no extra movement.

    But, back to the coach. I figured it would be good to get her contact info in case I wanted to grab a lesson with someone who sees the serve like I do, so close to home. So, I sat in the bleachers editing a short story I’m working on. The coach and the student continued to work, alternating between rallying and the student serving, or trying to serve, to the pro.

    Finally, the pro said, “Let me serve to you. Go ahead and return my serve if you can but mostly I want you so watch my motion. Watch the lid open and close.”

    Then I heard what sounded like a yelping dog. Since there’s a dog park near the courts I looked up to see what happened. But, then I realized the sound came from the other way.

    It came from the coach.

    Yup, the coach barked like a dog when she served.

    Nope, she wasn’t kidding.

    Nope, I didn’t stick around to get her contact info.

    Yep, I’m glad a dog didn’t get hurt.

  • From one-handed to two-handed and probably not back.

    Those of you who’ve read Tennis thing know I started out tennis with a two-handed backhand. My coach Caesar said, “I don’t care what you do after you’ve played for a year but I’d like you to start out hitting your backhand two-handed.”

    I was game but I soon found the two-hander less than pleasant. During my third or fourth lesson I asked if I could try to hit my backhands with one hand. Caesar patiently showed me the basics (he plays a one-hander) and I soon found the whole deal more intuitive and less physically challenging. The one-hander also helped to create a more effective shot. What’s not to like?

    “You hit a natural slice, mate. And, we’re going to build on it. We’ll add the topspin backhand when the time comes.”

    Justine Henin…accept no imitations.

    I was all in and began to informally curate a collection of the best one-handers I could find. My favorites, then and now, belong to Gregor Dimitrov, Stan Wawrinka, Roger Federer and the owner of the one-handed backhand of the gods, Justine Henin. If aesthetics matter, and they always do, there’s no comparison between the one and two-hander. As a wise person on the internet once said, “The two-hander has all the elegance of a monkey wrench.”

    Then, a couple things happened in a relatively close span of time. I managed to hurt my right wrist somehow. This happened about the same time as I began to learn and practice the topspin one-hander and exactly the same time I was hitting against the wall, a lot. The cherry on the sundae was Stew From Brisbane, my sometimes hitting partner whom I know from Brookside in Pasadena.

    To me, Federer’s backhand is second only to Henin’s.

    Stew’s 60, three years younger and leaner than me. He’s played for no less than 50 years and is a very solid player. Stew also likes to hit hard pretty much from the jump, which is not my style. He means no harm and I really like him. But, his shots to my backhand, especially the deep and high balls, ate my fledgling one-hander alive in addition to taxing my already-tender wrist.

    I did a little soul searching while I had a week off from my lessons with Caesar. By the time we were back at it I had decided to make the big switch to the two-hander.

    Before I did I conferred with the MIB himself back in Michigan. “Paulie,” MIB said. “I’ve tried going two-handed at least twice but I always go back.” Various internet gurus cautioned against making the switch especially for players who are older (40+, ha!) and who took up the game later in life.

    One guess who that describes…

    But, I did it anyway and it’s been fairly brutal. For me, the two-hander is an exceptionally difficult shot. Yes, high balls are somewhat easier but in total it’s a far harder shot from a purely physical standpoint. Sometimes, when I’m tired and the ball’s out wide, I will resort to my one-handed slice. Caesar always catches me and says the same thing. “Hitting your slice is Ok but start two-handed and go one-handed as your stroke begins going forward.”

    As if I have time to do all that.

    When my baseball career was on life support I made a last ditch effort to teach myself to hit left-handed. It wasn’t a bad idea. A lefty has a little bit of a head start to first and I thought it made me look like the kind of player who would try anything to be more versatile. It changed the way I saw the ball and I found power where I didn’t from the other side of the plate and lacked power where I had it as a right-handed hitter. It was weird, just like the two-handed backhand.

    Today is the first time I’ve put the sequence of the change and the factors that informed my switch together in my head. Don’t ask me why it’s taken me so long to see the threads. But, now that I have I think I will stick it out with the two-hander for now. I keep hoping for a breakthrough. Maybe next week or next month. Anything is possible.

  • Coming soon: My review of the Cancha Racquet Bag Pro

    Because, you know, I’m a pro kind of player.

    Not!

    But I do love my Cancha Original even though it appears to be (sadly) no longer available at the Cancha website.

    I do have to say that a little more room sounds like a good thing to me, especially since I hope to travel quite a bit this year. The Racquet Bag Pro looks like just the ticket when it comes to holding my current favorite rackets, shoes and various tennis and non-tennis gear.

    I’m really looking forward to reviewing it.

    Looks damn stealthy, doesn’t it?
  • Notes on a tennis coach

    I like taking tennis lessons from different coaches. My first coach will be my last coach, lord willing. Caesar Schwarz shepherded me into tennis and he continually guides and influences the development of my game, such that it is. He is both a fine teacher and a superb player.

    But, there have been others. Most have been good, one truly excellent. The best coaches read their students and think constantly of how best to impart what they know about tennis and maybe life.

    That’s obvious and sounds simple, but simple is not always easy. Today I was sitting on court waiting for my Monday hitting partner when the teaching pro on the other court started chatting with me. His student, who I’m guessing was eleven or twelve, was taking a quick breather. The kid looked good when he was working on his volleys. His backhand slice was especially tidy and well-controlled.

    The coach was a tennis player, through and through. Young, strong, tan, fit. He was dressed casually but not sloppily. Though the day was pure SoCal winter perfection, he wrapped a white towel over his head to protect from the sun. Only a real tennis player could pull that look off. I asked him if he usually taught there (a park in the Conejo Valley). “Nah, I usually teach at private courts. There are tons of good juniors out there. He’s not one of them,” he said with a wink and a tilt of the head.

    I felt bad for the boy with the nice slice volley. His coach, right or wrong, had betrayed him to a total stranger. I thought to myself that the coach just hadn’t been around enough to know when to hold his tongue, no matter if he was wrong or right.

    Later on I heard the coach talking about footwork to his next student. I didn’t get all of what he said but it was something about a Russian player he played against.

    “The Russians really teach footwork and a smart student will never forget. Once you have good footwork you can rely on it for the rest of your tennis life. You’ll never lose it.”

    I kinda wish I had heard the pro say that before I heard him diss his student. I might have tried to get a lesson from him.

    Tt