Payback is a Bitch
I played Heath this morning at City Park in New Orleans. He beat me two weeks ago in a marathon three set game. I was determined to get revenge. Unfortunately, Heath hired a tennis coach and has been practicing on a clay court. I went "OH SHIT!" when I was suddenly down 0-5 in the first set. I was playing a robot. No matter how well I hit the ball, Heath hit it harder and placed it better. I was about to get handed a 0-6 waxing in the first set.
Instead of trying to conserve my energy for the next set, I decided to fight on. I had to figure out how to beat Heath. In the sixth game, I tried something different. I hit the ball higher and with less velocity. It worked brilliantly as Heath's 100 % accuracy suddenly began to drop. That was the magic poison pill I needed to make Heath swallow. It was pretty potent as I rattled off seven straight victories to take the first set 7-5.
In the second set, Heath once again went up big at 1-4. I chipped away at his lead until I finally tied the set at 5-5. In the next two games, I won the battle of attrition under the scorching sun. I walked away with the second set 7-5. So, I ended up winning 7-5, 7-5 in a two and a half hour tennis match. Whew.
I guess the moral of the story is: if you are playing a snake, be sure you chop off the head and stay well away before it comes back and bites you.