I'm OK-You're OK
My mood was pretty sour last night. Rarely do I get in that mood because generally I am a happy go-lucky Gemini. Yet, it felt as if I had swallowed one too many bitter wads yesterday. I was stewing. My calmer side begged for restraint. I chose to bite my tongue.
As a result, I walked onto the courts last night angry. This was an important night, because it was week one of the new league tennis season. Your performance in league tennis is tracked and put online for all to see, so every match is critical. I was paired up with an 82 year old man as my doubles partner. He asked me to help him remember the game score because he often forgot. Greaaaaaat.
Surprisingly, we made a great team. He hit with an amazing consistency (95%). I bullied the net. Our opponents were toast. When we blew a lead in the second set, my doubles partner urged me not to panic and we'll be fine. He was right. We won the last six games to earn a crucial victory for our team.
As in the tennis match, I'll be fine in the latest little dustup on the blog as well. Afterall, I am a fiery Southern fireplug. I can survive such skirmishes because there is nothing wrong with a healthy debate. The blogworld has been suffering from comment decay anyway, so I am thrilled the bloggers got excited about something.
When three big personalities tango, you are sure to get some fireworks. We all have our roles in the blogworld. Some are slutty bloggers. Some act like Mother Goose. Mine is simply "Blog of the Year". You surely didn't think I got there by holding hands and being sweet with everyone did you? :)