As a Sith tennis player on a Sith team, I am NOT on solid ground. My value to the team has diminished as individual losses have racked up. I can make all the excuses in the world that my losses came to players with bizarre styles of play, but in a Sith world... ALL LOSSES ARE UNACCEPTABLE.
The pressure is on.
Our Sith Lord Team Captain just cunningly introduced two NEW players to our team (one considerably younger than myself). He forced us to compete for 3 solid hours in a brutal deathmatch practice on the hottest day of the year at the hottest time of the day. He watched us do battle and made private notes on a clipboard. Although it was not said, the message was quite clear: If you are unable to compete, you will be yanked from future lineups!
Last night, I clutched my weenie dog Pierre for comfort, as I seethed with bitterness. Why was I seething? Against our undefeated rivals, an indian club, I was NOT
in the lineup. I had been benched in favor of a younger, more talented, and less squishy player. Grooooowl.
Congratulatory emails began pouring in from the team with good news that we had disposed of our main rivals 4-1... with much praise given to the younger player that took my spot. Hisssssssss. The daunting reality hit me square in the face. I have been replaced by a younger and better Sith tennis player.