I am going to be precise about this, because somebody has to be. A great deal of what you have read about tennis balls is approximately true, which is a polite way of saying it is wrong in the details, and with a ball the details are the product.
Tecnifibre Court comes as a full case: 24 cans, 72 pressurised balls. Not seventy, not "about six dozen" — 72. This is the everyday club and training ball, woven felt over a natural rubber core, all-court construction, built to take the volume of a coaching session rather than to be precious about it.
The case is how a busy court buys balls, because it puts the whole basket on one footing: 72 balls of the same batch, the same bounce, the same weight of felt. Coaches will tell you the fastest way to ruin a drill is a mixed basket, half of it new and lively and half of it dead, and on that point the coaches are correct. And keep the cans shut until they are needed.
A pressurised ball loses pressure from the moment the seal is broken, played or not, and that is not a rumour, it is what a sealed can is for.
Castries is my sort of town, because Castries rewards checking. The main square here has been the Place d'Armes, then Columbus Square, and since 1993 Derek Walcott Square — one year after the Nobel Prize in Literature, which was awarded in 1992, and I would like everybody to stop using those two years interchangeably.
The samaan tree standing in it is routinely described as four hundred years old. Estimated. Nobody has counted the rings. Say approximately and I will let it go.
The corrections keep coming everywhere from the cathedral on that square to the fortified headland at the top of the island.
The Cathedral Basilica of the Immaculate Conception was built in the 1890s, not the 1880s, and its murals are the work of Dunstan St Omer, who also designed the national flag, so the man painted the ceiling and the flag above your head in two different senses; it was raised to a minor basilica in 1999, and minor is part of the title, not an insult.
Pigeon Island has not been an island since the causeway of 1972, which bothers me daily. It is also perfect for anyone who thinks accuracy is fussy, because Admiral Rodney fortified that hill from 1778 precisely so he could watch the French fleet at Martinique, and in April 1782 precise observation won him a battle.
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