Started off today's league match with a guy roughly 20 years my junior in a bit of a funk, rusty from not having played much in the last couple of weeks, feeling pretty low energy. I served horribly, lots of double faults. He was breaking my serve, and rightly so. He served well.
But I kept breaking him back. I took him to a tiebreaker, where I defeated him 7-5. Really he should have won, but he didn't. I did. I kept my head in the game and refocused on winning the next point, when I did just often enought to squeak through. After 90 minutes, he had to go home because he has a newborn daughter and is on a short leash. I think it was a little demoralizing for him. Which was exactly my point, in the end. We'll have to finish up another day. Honestly he was lucky he had an excuse to leave because I was ready to run him into the ground.
Back home, I showered outside and enjoyed the cool breeze blowing around me and marveled at the flowers growing on the fence on the border of our yard and the neighbors -- put there many years ago so that the older woman next door wouldn't have to watch my dad toodle around naked all the time. I had been neglecting the outdoor shower thus far this season. No longer.
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