Woke up on the bus this morning. I hate buses. Tennis started at nine at Kissel Park in Yakima. First match is some no-name guy from a team that I can't even remember now. Sad. He was followed by another poor soul from Pasco High School. Same cruel fate for this one as well.
Troy. Second place in State last year, as a freshman. Insane. I played him third round, quarter finals. One of the five best matches I've ever played in my entire life. I hit well, I hit hard, pushing four game points a set, of which I lost all but one. But since it was my third round match I'm returning on Monday to play more, semi-finals in consolation, if I win my first match I move on to regionals. At last.
I'm tired, very tired, and very depressed. But thats a different story entirely.
It's Tennis. I love it. Tennis begins with love.
"In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe." ~Elliot Chaze
-Jon
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I loved that quote :) Made me laugh.
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