Monday, November 17, 2014
Up at 4:45, practiced an hour, then went home and wrote/read until 3 before going to Wendel until 6. From 7:45-9:45 I had my finals match against Tyrone at Mariner Square. T has been playing very well lately and I lost to him in my semi-final match a few weeks ago at Club One, so I wasn’t too confident about this match. The one thing I had going for me was I tend to play well on the Mariner Square courts. We had a ref for the match which was necessary because T turns into a crazy competitor when a match counts. He tends to hinder certain offensive shots without realizing it. Our match was five games to 11, win by 2. I took an early lead and managed to win the first game 11-9. T came back and won games two and three 11-6, 11-1. In the third game, he was on fire and I couldn’t do much to stop him. In the fourth game, I came out swinging and jumped to an early lead 5-0. T came back, but I managed to hold on and take game four 11-9, sending the match to a fifth and final tie-breaker. I had a 6-0 lead in the last game when T took a timeout. He was anxious and nervous. I didn’t want to win the match so much as I didn’t want T to win the match. I wanted to take it from him. That’s the sick part of me that rises to the occasion in competition. He came back 6-4, then 8-7, then I closed it out in the end and beat him 11-7. It was a sweet victory. I don’t know how many more of those I have left. I was wiped out afterward.
Up at 4:45, practiced an hour, then went home and wrote/read until 3 before going to Wendel until 6. From 7:45-9:45 I had my finals match against Tyrone at Mariner Square. T has been playing very well lately and I lost to him in my semi-final match a few weeks ago at Club One, so I wasn’t too confident about this match. The one thing I had going for me was I tend to play well on the Mariner Square courts. We had a ref for the match which was necessary because T turns into a crazy competitor when a match counts. He tends to hinder certain offensive shots without realizing it. Our match was five games to 11, win by 2. I took an early lead and managed to win the first game 11-9. T came back and won games two and three 11-6, 11-1. In the third game, he was on fire and I couldn’t do much to stop him. In the fourth game, I came out swinging and jumped to an early lead 5-0. T came back, but I managed to hold on and take game four 11-9, sending the match to a fifth and final tie-breaker. I had a 6-0 lead in the last game when T took a timeout. He was anxious and nervous. I didn’t want to win the match so much as I didn’t want T to win the match. I wanted to take it from him. That’s the sick part of me that rises to the occasion in competition. He came back 6-4, then 8-7, then I closed it out in the end and beat him 11-7. It was a sweet victory. I don’t know how many more of those I have left. I was wiped out afterward.
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