Alright, let’s talk about how fast them tennis balls go zoomin’ when them players whack ’em. Folks call it a serve, I think. Anyway, it’s mighty fast, that’s for sure.
How Fast Do Them Tennis Serves Really Go?
Now, I ain’t no fancy scientist or nothin’, but I heard tell that the fellas gotta hit them balls real hard. They say it gotta be at least 230 kilometers per hour, or somethin’ like 143 miles for you and me who don’t use them fancy numbers. That’s for the men. Seems like a lot, right? I reckon it is. Faster than my old rooster chasing a hen, that’s for sure. The gals gotta hit it hard too, over 200 kilometers per hour. That’s about 124 miles I guess.
I also heard about some fancy gizmo on them phones, what do they call it… “Tennis Serve Tracker” they say. It’s an app, like them games my grandkids play. This one though, it watches the ball on your phone screen and tells ya how fast it’s going. Why try it? Well, I reckon it’s because it’s supposed to be good, maybe better than the others. But I ain’t tried it myself. Too busy waterin’ my petunias, you know?
Them Big Fellas and Their Big Serves
- There’s this fella, John Isner. He’s taller than a corn stalk in July, nearly seven foot they say. And boy, can he smack that ball! Being so tall helps him hit it extra hard, I guess. Like reachin’ for the top shelf apples. Makes sense. He’s one of the fastest servers out there.
- Then there’s this Sam Groth fella. They say he hit a serve at 263 kilometers an hour, almost 164 miles per hour! Lordy, that’s fast. Faster than a runaway mule cart, I tell ya.
- Another one is Albano Olivetti, he hit it 257 kilometers an hour, or 160 miles an hour if that makes it clearer.
- There’s also Ivo Karlovic. He did 251 kilometers per hour, or 156 miles per hour. Seems like all these fellas hit that ball so hard!
These fellas, they got some power in them arms. Must be all that practice and eatin’ their vegetables, just like my mama always told me. They seem to be hitting them balls harder and harder these days. When I was a young’un, I don’t recall anyone hitting a tennis ball that fast.
Fastest Serve Records – Men and Women
Now, they keep track of all these fast serves, you know. Like a record book, but for tennis. There’s a whole list of them fellas and gals who can really wallop that ball. I saw it somewhere on that… inter-something-or-other… my grandson showed me. Inter-net? Anyway, it had all sorts of names and numbers.
For the men, there’s Sam Groth on top with his 163.7 miles per hour serve. That’s the record I tell ya. Then there are other names like Olivetti and Isner and Karlovic, all hittin’ it over 150 miles per hour. It’s somethin’, ain’t it?
For the women, well, I don’t rightly recall the names and numbers like I do for the fellas. But I do know they hit it hard too, just not quite as hard as them big ol’ men. Still mighty fast though. Faster than my tongue waggin’ when I’m gossiping with my neighbor, that’s for sure.
Why Them Serves So Fast?
So, why are these serves so fast? Well, like I said, them fellas are big and strong. And they practice a lot, swingin’ them rackets all day long. They hit the gym and do weight lifting and all that thing. They also got them fancy rackets and strings and stuff, made just for hittin’ hard. And they got coaches tellin’ ’em how to stand and swing and all that. It’s a whole to-do, I tell ya. It’s not just about swinging your arm wild, you know. Gotta be some technique to it, I guess.
It ain’t always about speed
Now, even though hittin’ the ball fast is important, it ain’t the only thing. Gotta get that ball in the right spot too, otherwise, it don’t count for nothin’. Like tryin’ to thread a needle with a rope – gotta be precise. And sometimes, a slower, tricky serve can be just as good as a fast one. Keeps them other players guessin’, you see. It’s like a poker game, gotta have some strategy, not just brute force.
Final Words
So, there you have it. A little bit about how fast them tennis serves are. They’re mighty fast, that’s for sure. And them players, they’re somethin’ else. All that power and skill, it’s impressive, even for an old gal like me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my rhubarb pie. Don’t want it to burn, you know.
