10th April 2005
Just came from a refreshing tennis match with my usual tennis partner Peter. As yet, there is no question of my losing to him, as he is, despite being older, way more experienced and has many strategies up his sleeve.
After being almost whitewashed in the first set(I was 0-5 down and managed to struggle and win back 1 point before going down 1-6), I sprang to a 3- 0 lead, but in less than 15 minutes, Peter had equalised 3-3. He found it slightly harder to go up to 4-3( we went to deuce at least 4 times), but my serve started to let me down big time.
So, after just a little resistance at 5-3(3 deuces), he wrapped up 6-1, 6-3. The scoreline was slightly better than last week, but I was angry at myself for not capitalising on the early lead in the second set.
Dogged determination allowed me to snatch the lead, but lack of skill let me down at the crucial moments. There were several memorable winners on my part, namely an ace in the first set, two passing forehand winners and two service return winners that were too quick to be retrieved by Peter. He was nice and commended these winners with 'Beautiful!' , which they were of course!(tongue-in-cheek).
However , the final score reflected the match experience level fairly well, though even that should be discounted with the supposed age advantage I had over him.
However, sport is like life, and the fight is more important sometimes than the result of the day.
I know in my soul that victory will be mine, and soon.
My love life is still at nil, which doesn't really bother me, considering the trash out there.
Having some preoccupied fun on the gymnastics forum which I've already been on for over a year. I have made 337 posts as of today, which is remarkable considering the fact that I had only made 2 posts until August last year.
My baby's screen still hasn't healed itself so I'm still typing this on my company laptop *sigh*.
But I choose to soldier on regardless, in tennis and in life.
After being almost whitewashed in the first set(I was 0-5 down and managed to struggle and win back 1 point before going down 1-6), I sprang to a 3- 0 lead, but in less than 15 minutes, Peter had equalised 3-3. He found it slightly harder to go up to 4-3( we went to deuce at least 4 times), but my serve started to let me down big time.
So, after just a little resistance at 5-3(3 deuces), he wrapped up 6-1, 6-3. The scoreline was slightly better than last week, but I was angry at myself for not capitalising on the early lead in the second set.
Dogged determination allowed me to snatch the lead, but lack of skill let me down at the crucial moments. There were several memorable winners on my part, namely an ace in the first set, two passing forehand winners and two service return winners that were too quick to be retrieved by Peter. He was nice and commended these winners with 'Beautiful!' , which they were of course!(tongue-in-cheek).
However , the final score reflected the match experience level fairly well, though even that should be discounted with the supposed age advantage I had over him.
However, sport is like life, and the fight is more important sometimes than the result of the day.
I know in my soul that victory will be mine, and soon.
My love life is still at nil, which doesn't really bother me, considering the trash out there.
Having some preoccupied fun on the gymnastics forum which I've already been on for over a year. I have made 337 posts as of today, which is remarkable considering the fact that I had only made 2 posts until August last year.
My baby's screen still hasn't healed itself so I'm still typing this on my company laptop *sigh*.
But I choose to soldier on regardless, in tennis and in life.
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