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So how about it? Here's what happened to me tonight: We are playing this tournament, teams of 5 format, playing one doubles, and three singles, all to one 8 game set.
I play this guy who I played once before and beat him in three reg sets, playing really really lousy, but pulled it off by diggin deep.
This time, I know Im playing well, feeling comfortable. Players bring their own balls and the other guy pulls out these Wilson Practice, used, semi worn out. I have a new can on my bag but think "what the hell...." and we play with his crappy balls. I start great, break the first game, win my serve comfortably, break again and it starts to drizzle, with some wind. I stop and he tells me that we should just try and keep playing at least one more game, so I serve and win easily to go 4-0. Then I stop (I dont play with rain).
After 20 mins of suspended play, we decide to go to an indoor club, which happens to be the other guys home club. I go "what the hell...". By the time we get there I've already cooled off and even gotten a bit sleepy, but we warm up and hit from the baseline for about 15-20 minutes of solid, hard hits, Im really enjoying it so I dont say anything, I wanna keep hitting cause Im thinking the match is gonna be over really fast.
When were about to start I bring up that I have a fresh can of balls, that his Wilson Practice are probably all fluffed up and flat because of the humidity and cause they got a bit wet... He shows them to me and says theyre ok, if its okay with me. So I understand he wants to play with his slow balls and I go "what the hell..."
When we're about to start, I go: "its 4-0 rig ht?" he goes: "no, its 3-0" and I think.......... "what the hell...." totally confident that Im gonna blow this poor sucker easily.Being indoor, and it being really humid and warm inside, those ffffing balls dont move at all. Im hitting it really good but the guy gets it back all the time, just slicing it low and hitting his forehand.
I dont have a clue of how it happens, but all of a sudden Im down 3-5, loosing 5 straight games with NOTHING but unforced errors, including three consecutive easy putaway volleys to get broken............. Final score: 4-8 (really 5-8). I won ONE game, loosing every important point (game points, my brake points, Pressure Points...).
He got away with it, with his court, his flat, fluffy, slow practice balls, and I went with it like an idiottttt!
Lesson: Never get cocky and think the match is over before its over, and of course, respect the enemy's territory, its an edge, even when it doesnt look like it.
Rant over, lesson learned. Moving on!
I play this guy who I played once before and beat him in three reg sets, playing really really lousy, but pulled it off by diggin deep.
This time, I know Im playing well, feeling comfortable. Players bring their own balls and the other guy pulls out these Wilson Practice, used, semi worn out. I have a new can on my bag but think "what the hell...." and we play with his crappy balls. I start great, break the first game, win my serve comfortably, break again and it starts to drizzle, with some wind. I stop and he tells me that we should just try and keep playing at least one more game, so I serve and win easily to go 4-0. Then I stop (I dont play with rain).
After 20 mins of suspended play, we decide to go to an indoor club, which happens to be the other guys home club. I go "what the hell...". By the time we get there I've already cooled off and even gotten a bit sleepy, but we warm up and hit from the baseline for about 15-20 minutes of solid, hard hits, Im really enjoying it so I dont say anything, I wanna keep hitting cause Im thinking the match is gonna be over really fast.
When were about to start I bring up that I have a fresh can of balls, that his Wilson Practice are probably all fluffed up and flat because of the humidity and cause they got a bit wet... He shows them to me and says theyre ok, if its okay with me. So I understand he wants to play with his slow balls and I go "what the hell..."
When we're about to start, I go: "its 4-0 rig ht?" he goes: "no, its 3-0" and I think.......... "what the hell...." totally confident that Im gonna blow this poor sucker easily.Being indoor, and it being really humid and warm inside, those ffffing balls dont move at all. Im hitting it really good but the guy gets it back all the time, just slicing it low and hitting his forehand.
I dont have a clue of how it happens, but all of a sudden Im down 3-5, loosing 5 straight games with NOTHING but unforced errors, including three consecutive easy putaway volleys to get broken............. Final score: 4-8 (really 5-8). I won ONE game, loosing every important point (game points, my brake points, Pressure Points...).
He got away with it, with his court, his flat, fluffy, slow practice balls, and I went with it like an idiottttt!
Lesson: Never get cocky and think the match is over before its over, and of course, respect the enemy's territory, its an edge, even when it doesnt look like it.
Rant over, lesson learned. Moving on!