Getting Drubbed Hurts
I met my doubles partner, Michael, at 5:30 pm yesterday at a tennis facility in Baton Rouge. We were here for our very first USTA doubles tournament. We were told that we would get the first court that became available since our opponents were already here. Sweet. Especially since my other half had just driven straight there from work to watch us play.
My doubles partner was nervous. Michael told me that he had butterflies in his stomach. I told him to calm down and to just treat this like any other match. He had just won a match with me on Wednesday night and again the next day in league play. Michael should have confidence coming out of his ass!
We noticed that our opponents were NOT the same skill level as us. They should have been playing in the 4.0 Tournament, but they chose to play at our level so they could win easily. You cheating bastards! There were even about 12 people in the stands watching our match and cheering for our opponents. We had the Shrew. I think he clapped twice. Uh huh... good players always have a lot of fans cheering for them. We were toast.
Everything we did seemed like a disaster. They waxed us 6-1, 6-0. I felt bad for my doubles partner. Michael was cursing at himself the whole match and told me that I needed to find a better doubles partner. I was just thinking the same thing, because my play wasn't much help either. :(