There is nothing much worse in life than losing a 3rd set tiebreak. Okay, that was melodramatic. There are thousands of things much, much worse than losing a tennis game at the club level. Ebola, cancer, the death of a loved one, starvation, obesity, diabetes, homelessness, child abuse…good, I am back into perspective again.
What I hate about the game that I played the other night, is that we should have won that game. My partner and I have played together before, although it had been awhile. We had a few communication problems, and slower reaction time than I think we would have had if we had played together recently, but we won 6-2 in the first set. And then…and then we just lost it. I got cocky—I would like to say confident, but I got overly confident, which means cocky. I thought we had it, so I relaxed, my partner relaxed, and we lost the game. I should know better by now, 3+ years into tennis.
I am just upset because I had such a great summer season. I played 10 games and lost 2 of them. I lost 2 games out of 10! That’s some awesome record. Then, I lose my first game of the fall season. In a tiebreak. In a game I should have won, had I been mentally less lax.
I have a game tomorrow as well, and I am trying to not let this loss color my next game. I have a day space in between to put it out of my mind, and focus on other aspects of my life. I know it is a minor setback in life, but…it is something I find important. Well, I am getting my hair done tomorrow, so maybe it will give me a boost of confidence… but hopefully not to much confidence!