“Forty-Thirty”, I proclaimed out of breath. I took a deep breath, bounced the tennis ball two more times, and tossed the ball in the air, ready to serve. The ball went over the net and I felt relieved. As we rallied, I focused on hitting to her right side, as I figured out her forehands were her weakness. The ball flew and bounced from my side to her side of the dark green tennis court about 20 times before she finally hit the ball into the net. Her frustration was obvious as she harshly hit the ball to the tall chain link fence behind me, making me go and get it. Her rudeness irked me, but it couldn’t bring me down as I was one step closer to winning the match. However, in that moment, I didn’t know that the disappointing results of this
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We started playing around 12 and it was already 3 o'clock. The sound of chattering students walking out of the school behind us could be heard on the quiet courts, disrupting the concentration and peace. It was 5-4 and we were in the third set. Out of breath, we both walked to our water bottles. I tried to be friendly and smiled at her as I made a comment about the ridiculously long length of the match, but she gave me a small grunt and grabbed her water. We headed to opposite sides of the court to talk to our coach. He gave me a high five through the fence and told me how proud he was of me and how much I have improved. We discussed her weaknesses and strategies to beat her, and I knew I was ready to beat her. Only one more game and I would win the entire match that has been going on for too …show more content…
I was disappointed in myself and got discouraged. Now that the score was 5-5, and I would have to win the next two games in order to win the entire match. My frustration grew and got to the best of me, and about 45 minutes later of consistent rallying and bright yellow fuzz flying around, she had the advantage point. One more point and she could win the game. I walked slowly back to my position on the court, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. “Ad-in”, my opponent announced as she tossed the tennis ball in the air, ready to serve. She hit the ball over the net and we played the point. I tried to remember every technique that has helped me win point against her and tried to use them. On the last hit, I forcefully hit the ball with my racket, but didn’t graze the ball enough to enforce much topspin. The ball hit the court only 3 inches outside the white line. My opponent held her finger up and shouted, “Out!”. She won the third and final set, 7-5. “Good game”, we acknowledged as we shook hands, relieved that the match was finally over. I smiled and tried to play off my disappointment, grabbed my bag and water bottle, and walked towards my teammates while smiling from ear to ear. However, I couldn’t contain my smile for long and fought back my tears. “Stop, you’re in public, it was just a game”, I kept telling myself as I tried to stop myself from showing any signs of sadness. I tried to take deep breaths, but I felt
We started playing around 12 and it was already 3 o'clock. The sound of chattering students walking out of the school behind us could be heard on the quiet courts, disrupting the concentration and peace. It was 5-4 and we were in the third set. Out of breath, we both walked to our water bottles. I tried to be friendly and smiled at her as I made a comment about the ridiculously long length of the match, but she gave me a small grunt and grabbed her water. We headed to opposite sides of the court to talk to our coach. He gave me a high five through the fence and told me how proud he was of me and how much I have improved. We discussed her weaknesses and strategies to beat her, and I knew I was ready to beat her. Only one more game and I would win the entire match that has been going on for too …show more content…
I was disappointed in myself and got discouraged. Now that the score was 5-5, and I would have to win the next two games in order to win the entire match. My frustration grew and got to the best of me, and about 45 minutes later of consistent rallying and bright yellow fuzz flying around, she had the advantage point. One more point and she could win the game. I walked slowly back to my position on the court, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. “Ad-in”, my opponent announced as she tossed the tennis ball in the air, ready to serve. She hit the ball over the net and we played the point. I tried to remember every technique that has helped me win point against her and tried to use them. On the last hit, I forcefully hit the ball with my racket, but didn’t graze the ball enough to enforce much topspin. The ball hit the court only 3 inches outside the white line. My opponent held her finger up and shouted, “Out!”. She won the third and final set, 7-5. “Good game”, we acknowledged as we shook hands, relieved that the match was finally over. I smiled and tried to play off my disappointment, grabbed my bag and water bottle, and walked towards my teammates while smiling from ear to ear. However, I couldn’t contain my smile for long and fought back my tears. “Stop, you’re in public, it was just a game”, I kept telling myself as I tried to stop myself from showing any signs of sadness. I tried to take deep breaths, but I felt