CHAMPIONSHIP TENNIS MATCH - 9AM University of New Orleans
It's 6:30am. While the rest of the world is sleeping in late, I am up at the butt crack of dawn to play against a High School Volleyball Coach named Brooke. He is a GREAT player. It'll take every ounce of my abilities to even have a chance to beat him. Unfortunately, I only got six hours of sleep. But you bitches don't care. Tennis related posts are ratings losers. It ranks right up there with Lemon Meringue Pies. Only Bama Mike and DBud are rooting for me in the blog world.
My partner and my Tennis Coach may miss my finals. Coach Tim is apparently sleeping in some stranger's bed in the French Quarter, because he didn't come home last night. My other half got in at 2am this morning. I tossed and turned all night wondering when he was going to come home from the bars. He is now laying in the bed dead to the world. Hmpfh!
I emailed my friends and family the schedule of play, directions, and the tournament bracket five days ago. So far, only my friend Heath has come to watch me play. I am disappointed in a few people I thought would at least watch one match. Especially since they live no more than 10 miles away from the facility. Thank God for Heath and a few tennis buddies that were able to watch a little between their own matches.
So, I'll be playing in less than one hour in the finals with no support. Thanks friends and family! You suck. :(