Victory Tastes Like a HEATH Bar

I had the extreme pleasure of playing Heath again in tennis. He used to beat my ass many times before I got better. Thanks to Coach Tim's training, I had finally beat Heath the last time we played. We hadn't played in a long time, so I was able to hang that over his head with much delight.

Tonight, Heath waxed me 1-6 in the first set. I had this sudden dread come over me. If I blew the second set, Heath may not want to play me in the future because I was not competitive. Typically, I am the last horse out the gate, but I finish strong. I returned the favor and waxed Heath 6-1 in the second set. That was SWEET! The third and final set was VERY competitive. I attacked his weak left side (backhand) and pulled out a 6-4 win in the third set. I couldn't help but relish the thrill of victory once more. The final score for the match was: 1-6, 6-1, 6-4.

God... I LOVE to win! Thankfully, Heath is such a good sport. I know he secretly desires to kick my ass royally. I have that effect on people. Heath... your day in the Sun may come once more, but it wasn't meant to be tonight. Our next possible rematch is Saturday. I expect Heath to correct his errors and comeback with a can of whoopass ready to be opened. I AM READY!