I like that name! The Crudmaster.

I find the words of the crudmaster rather distressing.
My recollection of the game was that I mixed basecourt play with serve and volley to good effect.
If the crudmaster hits short returns that land close to the net then he maut accept the fact that his opponent will be obliged to run to the net, and adopt the so called disgraced style!

And a final note: one must move with the times and not harp back to “them good old days….”

As the originator and ultimate authority on Crud Tennis, it has come to my attention that the spirit of the game has become debased. From its origins as a congenial form of psycho-physical repartee, or moving meditation, it has degenerated into something resembling testosterone fuelled warfare.

The final straw occurred when Pliskin, the foremost back court Crud player of his, or indeed any, generation, turned coat and adopted the ‘volley strategy’, first introduced by Slightly, perfected by Solid, formalised by Decoy, and loathed by all true believers in the art and science of harmony in the garden.

The rules of Crud have evolved over time. Originally, free-form volleying could happen anywhere on the court. When this resulted in players taking up permanent residence at the net, the seven pace ‘volley line’ was introduced. Now, players intent on blackening their souls pitch their tents there, instead; and run back to it like headless chickens when finding themselves anywhere else.

One option would be to move the volley line further back. Another would be to abandon volleying altogether. After much thought, I have decided – that is to say, I decree – that henceforth Crud proper shall be played with no volleying whatsoever. Anyone who wants to play the now disgraced version, with the seven pace volley line, shall call it by the name of Crude. Anyone wanting to play a gentler version of Crude, with the volley line midway between the net and the service line, shall call what they play Crude Lite. Crud Lite, of course, is where no bat or ball is used and players merely go through the motions of taking shots. It is for experts, or those with ‘beginner’s minds’, only.

Hopefully, this will usher in a new regime of sweetness and light, of flowing mind and flowing body, where the game is more important than the result. That way, regardless of whether you win or lose, you enjoy yourself.

Next on the list for consideration is the forehand serve, which is on the verge of becoming unreturnable. For the time being, however, we will continue to rely on gentlemen being gentlemen, and saving their killer service for occasions that warrant it.

PS. Talking of rules, when playing croquet, backstabbing is still permissible, but the knife is only allowed to be inserted up to the hilt, and twisted when there, and salt rubbed in afterwards, if the back belongs to someone who would do just the same in return if they could. All knife work must be accompanied with a breezy smile and no barred teeth.

Oh… well my score of four was more by luck than judgement. I didn’t even know that there was more than one Darth – what is Darth’s problem anyway? He always seems so grumpy.
Looking forward to seeing my picture. What are your ideas?

you could possibly redo ours too…. i’m a little too pasty!

ahh, yes the face…

when i get a moment to myself ill get cracking. 🙂