Yesterday I played tennis at my little club. It was a round robin sort of thing in which I played eight games with each of the other three women. One of them was a very good player with a fairly high ranking and the other two are about my level. I played abominably. My serve was off, I hit everything two inches long or short and even whiffed a few shots completely. I was a loser. I came home all sweaty and moaning like Eeyore that I am a terrible tennis player.
I played tennis today. I subbed in a city league match over at the Portland Athletic Club. My partner and I played two women who are “of a certain age” but can hit the angles if you hit the ball anywhere near them. We won the first set in a tiebreak and then murdalized them in the second set 6-1. (politely, of course). I am now a winner and am more of the Piglet or Tigger milieu character-wise. I came home sweaty and spunky.
I love tennis.