I've been playing a bit of mixed doubles at my tennis club this season for a change from the ladies doubles and I'm surprised how much I am enjoying it. For starters, I like the challenge of the harder serves from the men, the pace of the game seems a bit quicker and for whatever reason, the rallies longer and more exciting.
As it is not a mixed doubles league and just a casual weekly match, the pressure is off and you're playing against members of your own club who just love to play for the sake of playing. Don't get me wrong - there is still a sense of competitiveness on the court, but since you're not playing for points or standings, no one takes themselves too seriously. It's just fun.
However, the routine has been switch partners after the first set, then for the third, we play gods vs goddesses if there is time for a third. Today we had time and for the first time this season, the goddesses won! The gods were up 5-3 and they were acting a bit cocky thinking they were about to claim victory, but I had a sudden overwhelming desire to put an end to their overly confident attitude. Not sure what came over me, just tired of losing maybe. Whatever it was, even my partner noticed I kind of starting killing the ball. Hard passing shots down the alley, a couple of overhead smashes they were helpless to retrieve and before you know it, it's 5 all.
Now I know I said it's just a friendly match, but now I could smell victory and I was really pumped and the guys were getting that worried look on their faces - more like bewildered, as in, what just happened there? Before they had a chance to gather themselves, we pounced and they never stood a chance. High fives on our side, and a bit of humility on the opposing side of the net. Apparently I was smiling a bit too much after the handshakes. More like gloating really. But what the hell - how often does it happen?
Next week - maybe they won't get so complacent. They will know I have come to win. And now that I know I can - they best bring their "A" game.
Just because I'm wearing a skirt - don't be fooled.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Never underestimate a Goddess
I've been playing a bit of mixed doubles at my tennis club this season for a change from the ladies doubles and I'm surprised how much I am enjoying it. For starters, I like the challenge of the harder serves from the men, the pace of the game seems a bit quicker and for whatever reason, the rallies longer and more exciting.
As it is not a mixed doubles league and just a casual weekly match, the pressure is off and you're playing against members of your own club who just love to play for the sake of playing. Don't get me wrong - there is still a sense of competitiveness on the court, but since you're not playing for points or standings, no one takes themselves too seriously. It's just fun.
However, the routine has been switch partners after the first set, then for the third, we play gods vs goddesses if there is time for a third. Today we had time and for the first time this season, the goddesses won! The gods were up 5-3 and they were acting a bit cocky thinking they were about to claim victory, but I had a sudden overwhelming desire to put an end to their overly confident attitude. Not sure what came over me, just tired of losing maybe. Whatever it was, even my partner noticed I kind of starting killing the ball. Hard passing shots down the alley, a couple of overhead smashes they were helpless to retrieve and before you know it, it's 5 all.
Now I know I said it's just a friendly match, but now I could smell victory and I was really pumped and the guys were getting that worried look on their faces - more like bewildered, as in, what just happened there? Before they had a chance to gather themselves, we pounced and they never stood a chance. High fives on our side, and a bit of humility on the opposing side of the net. Apparently I was smiling a bit too much after the handshakes. More like gloating really. But what the hell - how often does it happen?
Next week - maybe they won't get so complacent. They will know I have come to win. And now that I know I can - they best bring their "A" game.
Just because I'm wearing a skirt - don't be fooled.
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2 comments:
pfft just lucky... next week, prepare to be whitewasshed....
We'll see!
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