Tempyst
Semi-Pro
I met this kid a year younger than I was a few days ago at the backboards, he is at the backboards frequently. He timidly asked me if I wanted to play. I said sure, and we went to the courts. This kid is so...shy I guess? It might have been because I was older than he was (I am 14) and so much taller, idk. He would lock his arms to his sides and keep his head down between points when he ran over to the net to get balls! Also, his serve seemed....awkward. It seemed like how a ping-pong player would serve. So we played and at the moment, I thought, "What the heck, let me just hit around like I do during hard rallys". I won the set 6-3 and got one more game before I had to leave.
The next day, I came with my dad to practice my strokes.
Who do I see? The same kid but this time his mom decided to come watch. Well, as soon as we got out of the car, she stared at us the whole time while watching her son. I start a small warmup with my dad while my mom went to the backboards. Then the boy's mom comes over to my mom and she wants my # and email so her son can contact me to play tennis. My parents appreciated her offer so I gave her my # and email and she gave me her son's. Not that I didn't appreciate it either, but I didn't really like how her son was so shy, it kind of took out the experience of the matches for me. I prefer a few light-hearted comments ("nice shot" "good try" etc.) between my opponent and such during play, but moving on. He asked me for another game, I said sure once more. We started our match, with me serving first. I held my serve and he held his.
This is where it got ugly.
From this moment on I was broken every game and I couldn't break back. I kept making mistakes. My mind was saying, "Oh, I'll take the next point/game, not big deal". But it didn't happen. It might have been because it was pretty dark (past 6, no courtlights), but I could still make out the tennis ball and where it was coming from. I lost 1-6. I came up to the net and shook his hand and then he asked me, "Were you being serious?" At that moment, I swallowed my pride and replied, "Yeah, everyone wins one day and loses another." But inside, I felt so embarrassed and wanted to hit myself!
What do you guys think? Was it my mental attitude? Too dark outside? Did he overcome his mental pressures of vs. me the 2nd day I played him? Help would be appreciated.
The next day, I came with my dad to practice my strokes.
Who do I see? The same kid but this time his mom decided to come watch. Well, as soon as we got out of the car, she stared at us the whole time while watching her son. I start a small warmup with my dad while my mom went to the backboards. Then the boy's mom comes over to my mom and she wants my # and email so her son can contact me to play tennis. My parents appreciated her offer so I gave her my # and email and she gave me her son's. Not that I didn't appreciate it either, but I didn't really like how her son was so shy, it kind of took out the experience of the matches for me. I prefer a few light-hearted comments ("nice shot" "good try" etc.) between my opponent and such during play, but moving on. He asked me for another game, I said sure once more. We started our match, with me serving first. I held my serve and he held his.
This is where it got ugly.
From this moment on I was broken every game and I couldn't break back. I kept making mistakes. My mind was saying, "Oh, I'll take the next point/game, not big deal". But it didn't happen. It might have been because it was pretty dark (past 6, no courtlights), but I could still make out the tennis ball and where it was coming from. I lost 1-6. I came up to the net and shook his hand and then he asked me, "Were you being serious?" At that moment, I swallowed my pride and replied, "Yeah, everyone wins one day and loses another." But inside, I felt so embarrassed and wanted to hit myself!
What do you guys think? Was it my mental attitude? Too dark outside? Did he overcome his mental pressures of vs. me the 2nd day I played him? Help would be appreciated.