My Slazenger OMEGA Tennis Racquet was my very first, brand new racquet I’d ever purchased. It wasn’t handed down to me. I didn’t find it in the rafters of my Grandpa’s garage. It was “NEW!” At that time, I couldn’t afford natural gut tennis strings so I went with oil-filled nylon, and I paid for every penny of it by mowing lawns at $5 a 1/2 acre. That’s what I said — a half acre… of thick Algonac, Michigan grass.
I probably bought the racquet more for its design than I did for how well it played because in all fairness, I wasn’t the best player and this racquet was probably more show than anything else. But I loved it because it was new and it was mine.