There are days where nothing lands. Backhands feel like a conversation with that aunt you never liked. Dropshots die halfway. Your timing’s off, your rhythm’s gone, and even the strings feel like they’re judging you.

This towel is for those moments. When the sweat pours and the frustration boils up. When silence hits harder than the opponent.

Soft enough to meet your face without flinching. Strong enough to handle whatever you throw at it next.