Other Big Fish

What happens to a big fish upon his return to his former little pond? He finds other big fish. Opportunists, that've fled the open ocean to take up residence in the cozy new home. Yup, I lost my quarterfinal Club Championship match, quite impressively too...6-2, 6-0. Apparently, the other big fish at the club had grown quite large living off my scraps and tennis glory. But, having played and schooled him on many previous occasions, I saw no reason to worry, so I focused my efforts on making the match entertaining for the audience, rather than playing smart tennis. In true George W. fashion, I failed on all fronts. I played ill advised shots, and created unnecessary drama by getting down early, planning to mount an impressive comeback. This strategy I learnt shortly afterwards, would backfire. Even at 5-0 in the second set, facing match-point, I failed to recognize the seriousness of my situation...and well, that was all she wrote. I guess I'll go back to the big ocean...Provincials.

There's a Provincial tournament on this week, indoor hardcourts. Looking at my record, it's not my best surface, but I was new on the provincial scene when those matches were played. Now, I'm a top 5 player, with loads of experience. Things should be different. The venue is where I made my debut earlier this year. I shall try and not allow myself to be distracted by the glitter and gold of the facility, but rather focus on winning my matches. Will I be able to resist the glam locker-rooms, the sea of white towels, and courts as far as the eye can see? Stay tuned.