Revenge is a dish best served...
RED HOT! At this week's tournament I managed to avenge my defeat from two months ago. I was facing the tricky flatterer himself, again in the querterfinals. As before, I took a commanding 5-2 lead only to see him come back and make it 5-6. I tried to hold serve and force a tie-breaker, but quickly found myself down 0-40. This was my set, I'm not letting you have it, I don't care what the score is b**ch...and so, a few monster serves later, I had the set tied at 6-6. Tie-breaker time. Again, he jumped to a 6-3 lead and needed only 1 point to win the set...and again, I refused to let him get it. I applied controlled aggression to my game, and it worked. I won the first set 7-6 (8-6 in the tie-break). One down.
In the second set he managed a 5-1 lead somehow. I looked around...all the other matches were done for the night. This being my second match of the day, I decided I was not interested in playing yet another marathon 3-setter with this guy, so I started my comeback. I came to the net often, pounded forehands and backhands with every opportunity...there wasn't a shot in my repertoire I did not use aginst him. Even being up 5-1, my opponent never had a chance. He went down 7-6, 7-5, having won neither of the sets he was surely about to win. Revenge sure is sweet.
Sadly though, I extended no such courtesy to my previous round's opponent who was looking for just such revenge on me. I beat him on the clay-courts earlier in the year when he was a much higher ranked player. After that defeat, he went through a slump, only to re-emerge as a force in the hard-court season. He took the first set easily 6-2. His girlfriend in the stands seemed hopeful, and so did he. I could smell the scent of hope emanating from his corpse (court 4 had only one player bench for some reason, so we were forced to sit rather snuggly side by side during change-overs). He seemed in good spirits, we even chatted a bit. I guess he didn't notice the stank of whoop ass I was about to unleash on him. If not then, I'm sure he smelt it towards the end of the 2nd set though. At 5-4, my ad, I served an ace down the middle winning the set...but he called it OUT! I gave him a look, and calmly served my 2nd. The set was extended briefly, but ultimately went my way 6-4. What's more, the awful out call gave me just enough of a reason to destroy the guy in the final set...and so I did, 6-1.
Sunday semis went a little different. It was a battle. The guy (eventual champion) didn't fall for much. If my shots were dead on, I'd get my points...but anything less, and he'd make me pay. I lost 6-4, 6-4...but a semifinals appearance after a couple disappointing tournaments ain't bad...for now.
In the second set he managed a 5-1 lead somehow. I looked around...all the other matches were done for the night. This being my second match of the day, I decided I was not interested in playing yet another marathon 3-setter with this guy, so I started my comeback. I came to the net often, pounded forehands and backhands with every opportunity...there wasn't a shot in my repertoire I did not use aginst him. Even being up 5-1, my opponent never had a chance. He went down 7-6, 7-5, having won neither of the sets he was surely about to win. Revenge sure is sweet.
Sadly though, I extended no such courtesy to my previous round's opponent who was looking for just such revenge on me. I beat him on the clay-courts earlier in the year when he was a much higher ranked player. After that defeat, he went through a slump, only to re-emerge as a force in the hard-court season. He took the first set easily 6-2. His girlfriend in the stands seemed hopeful, and so did he. I could smell the scent of hope emanating from his corpse (court 4 had only one player bench for some reason, so we were forced to sit rather snuggly side by side during change-overs). He seemed in good spirits, we even chatted a bit. I guess he didn't notice the stank of whoop ass I was about to unleash on him. If not then, I'm sure he smelt it towards the end of the 2nd set though. At 5-4, my ad, I served an ace down the middle winning the set...but he called it OUT! I gave him a look, and calmly served my 2nd. The set was extended briefly, but ultimately went my way 6-4. What's more, the awful out call gave me just enough of a reason to destroy the guy in the final set...and so I did, 6-1.
Sunday semis went a little different. It was a battle. The guy (eventual champion) didn't fall for much. If my shots were dead on, I'd get my points...but anything less, and he'd make me pay. I lost 6-4, 6-4...but a semifinals appearance after a couple disappointing tournaments ain't bad...for now.
posted by Desiderius1979 at 7:11 AM
2 Comments:
I liked this story, it entertained me. I hope I will get the opportunity to read about our mini tournament, our first foray into our winter season and your match with international hottie.
oh, you know that story's coming...as soon as I find a tennis synonym for bootylicious!
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