Life Still Goes On When You Lose...
The 1:1,000,000 chance event finally happened to me. At first, I was not going to blog about it because writing about my tennis play is a known ratings LOSER. My producers said ratings need to stay up to keep advertisers happy. I argued back to my producers... "Have you seen the shit Scotty has been doing?" They had a conference call and all agreed I had some capital to spend from all the GOOD shit I have been doing lately. Sooo...
I lost to Whipping Boy for the first time since October 2005 when my wrist was injured. I blew a 5-1 lead in the 7 point tie-breaker game. Whipping Boy won the first set 7-6. Then I was lethargic in losing the second set 6-4. I can make excuses that I was exhausted from the lack of sleep the previous night or how I was still sore from the previous day of tennis. I can bring up the fact that Whipping Boy had his BF show up at opportune times to distract me. Or I could blame it on my mind being on other things. The mere fact that my house is going to be leveled next month is enough to cause me to NOT concentrate 100%. I could blame it on lots of things.
So, what does it feel like to lose at something? Well... kind of anti-climatic. You would think I would lose my shit on the spot after experiencing the sting of defeat. But I didn't. I was calm. I didn't throw my racquet across the court and ping Whipping Boy or his BF in the head. I kind of felt the same as I did whenever I beat or tied Whipping Boy. I was still tired. I was still sweaty and stinky. It almost felt the same. I remember thinking "So, this is what it feels like to lose?" Hmmm... the Earth still spins. My dogs and chickens still need to be fed. I still have to go to bed at night and wake up the next day for work. Hmmm... I guess life really does go on when you lose.
Note to self: contact Whipping Boy immediately to schedule theREVENGE next match. Cracking knuckles.
I lost to Whipping Boy for the first time since October 2005 when my wrist was injured. I blew a 5-1 lead in the 7 point tie-breaker game. Whipping Boy won the first set 7-6. Then I was lethargic in losing the second set 6-4. I can make excuses that I was exhausted from the lack of sleep the previous night or how I was still sore from the previous day of tennis. I can bring up the fact that Whipping Boy had his BF show up at opportune times to distract me. Or I could blame it on my mind being on other things. The mere fact that my house is going to be leveled next month is enough to cause me to NOT concentrate 100%. I could blame it on lots of things.
So, what does it feel like to lose at something? Well... kind of anti-climatic. You would think I would lose my shit on the spot after experiencing the sting of defeat. But I didn't. I was calm. I didn't throw my racquet across the court and ping Whipping Boy or his BF in the head. I kind of felt the same as I did whenever I beat or tied Whipping Boy. I was still tired. I was still sweaty and stinky. It almost felt the same. I remember thinking "So, this is what it feels like to lose?" Hmmm... the Earth still spins. My dogs and chickens still need to be fed. I still have to go to bed at night and wake up the next day for work. Hmmm... I guess life really does go on when you lose.
Note to self: contact Whipping Boy immediately to schedule the
posted by Brettcajun at Friday, September 22, 2006
15 Comments:
your a better man than me, when i do loose at something i get really really pissed............trying to work on that ...:)
it hurts a little more than that when you lose to me...
but as you know, my game isn't tennis either.
;)
Oh the agony of defeat....Where was ABC Sports when you needed them to add that defeat to their memorialized reel of agonies of defeat. Then you could have been a winner in defeat. LOL. You poor soul...I ought to feel sad for you...NOT! HEHEHE! just kidding bud...ya know we have to get a little ribbing in there. I am sure the sweetheart in ya in there even when you lose. ;-)
Say WHAT about your house next month? Details please...
What shit have I been doing?
First LSU loses to Auburn and now you lose to whipping boy!
What's gonna happen next?
I just want to go on record as saying that there should be NO sorrow for Mr Cajun. He got exactly what he deserved a good old fashioned ass whipping. The last two times we played previously to his tragic demise ended in 7-6 6-7 draws. The end of his reign of terror has been coming for some time. Scotty I am not sure what the deal is but Brett seems scared of your blog
and podcasting drawing power. Keep him on the ropes.
All the rest of you blogger friends of Brett a.k.a. Tabooli must comment on his blog or he will forever feel that his loss has tarnised his blog appeal. He is rather insecure.
Tom aka Whipping Boy
That just makes the revenge soooo much sweeter :)
Remember ... it's how you PLAY the game, not just if you win.
Do what I did: I've got a new racquet. Serena recommended it. I'm sure it's going to help.
Honey, we all know that you felt pity for him and allowed him to win...you would never lose because someone actually out-played you!
I think it is great that you are such a good sport and fair guy, that you threw the match just to lift his spirits a bit and allow him to think he might be better than you, Mr Wonderful, for one whole afternoon.
Poor poor deluded Deanos. You must remember Brett is the epitome of a competitor. He would never throw a match. Remember his motto "Losing is for Losers." You saw that first hand back in March in his highly competitive game of shuffleboard in Houston.
One last thing must be made clear Brett could be playing this up for much more sympathy than what yall are giving him. He is too much the good sportsman to bring up his shortcomings and i am too much the gentleman to gloat over the fact that over the last two weeks Brett is winless in our 4 matches we have played including our "REMATCH" yesterday. (ooops did i let that slip out???)
Wow, Whipping boy spanked Brett! It must be in the air this weekend.
I played tennis yesterday and thought all was good. My first set was 5-7, which for me is great, since I'm still learning. And I have never won more than 3 games a set.
Turns out the F%#ker was toying with me and preceded to kick my ass 2-6, 2-6, the last two sets. I now have a date with the ball machine Wednesday night.
Ugh, it will probably beat me too!
I would normally say 'humility is a good teacher' but, in your case it serves to egg you on. *G*
Whipping Boy and I have tied the last couple of games. That is true. I know I would have won if we actually played a third set, but I am worried about Whipping Boy passing out on the courts. (he is considerably older than I am)
Wow. How fortunate that you have only lost at one thing in your whole life.
How rough it must be, that after 42 years your winning streak came to an end and you finally experienced defeat.
Oh, the humanity.
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