I have owned this racquet for a multitude of years. It was the first racquet my parents bought me when I started playing tennis more and more. I remember the day I received it: it arrived in the mail and the first thing I noticed was none other than Apollo himself flying down on his flaming chariot to deliver the box made of an alloy of godly materials that one could not find on Earth. Immediately slamming the door and refusing to sign the PDA of the Greek god, I took out the original and authentic Muramasa and sliced the edges of the box open. As it opened, the Northwest Harlem City Westmann Church choir sang "This Little Light of Mine" while the top of the box levitated upwards toward and to heaven. The racquet lie in the box covered in the leaves of the last True Sakura tree in Japan, and touching the racquet instantly united me with the Truth and Life itself. I gave it a swung and all life within a forty-mile radius was rejuvenated and came back to life. The strings connecting with the air pro
I can hit with topspin, or slice my backhand, or flatten the ball out for winners.
The Scream plays with POP. That's what I was looking for. It still have control. I strung it at 58. No vibration problems. I am a 4.0 player.