Hi there,
In short, singles was a disaster, I lost to a super fit junk baller who looked like a 2.0.
I'm writing this to seek sympathy, compassion, advice, and to put my soul to rest.
I had my first game of the interclub season this weekend gone. Doubles was great, singles was a disaster.
Myself: self rated 4.0-4.5? I'm in southern hemisphere. All court player. Medium spin. Tall, unfit, generally well timed and consistent. However need ball speed to generate pace, rather than making my own.
Opponent: Short, also mid 30's, horrible dinker, medium, top spin, MANY mishits, very slow and low serve. Hits everything pretty short. Erratic ball placement, no rhythm. Superfit. plays, several times a week.
Conditions: slight side breeze, warm.
Score: I lost 6-0, 6-7, 2-6
First set... I was playing my own game, running him left and right and throwing in occasional slice BH.... he made so many errors. I won 6-0... I thought this was going to be a walk over. 1/3 points, I won with winners, 2/3 were his mistakes. Although he gave me no pace to work with, I was managing to loop them back into the corners.
He just couldn't handle the delicious serve I was giving him.
Second set... He asks to move to court #2 which has become free as he's "more comfortable" there. Mistake #1. Somehow, we both held serve until the tiebreak... games were up and down and I was hitting more and more mistakes. My topspin FH balls were go 6 inches long and the balls he gave me on the "T" went sailing out. He kept consistently hitting mishits to which he would offer no apology. This guy is the classic junker/brick wall!!! He was a damn good runner too... I literally had to hit a 10/10 drop shot for him not to lay a racket on it... normally at this level a 8/10 drop shot would do the trick. by the end of the tiebreak, I'm wasted and my legs are jelly.
Third set... his serves, I could no longer tolerate. Who gets aced by a slow serve in first grade????!!! I didn't sign up for this $h;t.... my mind is now deciding whether to dig deep... tomorrow my 30 something year old body wouldn't be able to walk, OR to just give up, a la "Tomic" the tank engine.... after being aced by 2 slow serves, I elected for the later route. my hard flatty serves would be met my his framed drop shot or high bouncing shank. My other serves he would either hit into the net or lob them back with zero pace. My timing is gone by this time.... I have defeated myself, thinking that if I was any good, I could capitalise on his short balls bouncing at head height on the "T"... but no, I couldn't on this day sadly.
Credit to him, his down the line double BH was his best shot and the only one he didn't hit with the frame, bless him. As I got tireder, he seemed to get his second wind. Anger? Rage? or quiet implosion.... I was honestly thinking of what I could be doing at home, and that tennis is no longer a joy.... this guy honestly sucked all the joy out of the game - Like a thirsty vampire that had been woken from a decade slumber. No apology for mishit winners/drop shots.
Can anyone relate?
My team mate recommended a book called Winning Ugly.
Suggestions? (please don't say retire.... I can't possibly handle any more of my soul being crushed)