How about an update, eh?
I ended up having to stop training with my coach in early December (family could no longer support). After that it was a few weeks of depression and job hunting, until i got a job at Toys R Us. I worked there a few weeks, and then luckily caught a break and picked up a job at a tennis center, working the front desk and also giving lessons. I worked there for a few months until early April (still do, but only picking up shifts). Then I got another tennis pro shop job on the other side of town, a good 24 hours a week
Save up some money, pay for tournaments and training from my own pocket, that's the plan.
Anyways, this weekend I played a tournament down in Weston. A 4.5 NTRP event. I had previously ordered some demos from Tennis Warehouse, the Nadal and Roddick racquets, Federer's new tour 90, and the old Sampras/Edberg/Courier Wilson Pro Staff 85!!!! Such an awesome stick the 85.
And so, I used the 85 in my first match. The other guy was one of those players who gets EVERYTHING back, and with my attacking game, he frustrated me a bit. Everything was either my winner or error, though he did hit a few winners every now and then.
Anyway, on we fight, and he gets up 4-2 with a break. I hold and then break back for 4 all, but then he rebreaks me to 30 and serves for the set. *5-4 in the first, serving for the set. I kept telling myself, "keep fighting, one point at a time, this is your time". And it was. I broke back to 30 to level the first at 5-5. We both hold easily and go into the TB. In the breaker, I get my shit together and win it 7-3. Serving well, I think I only missed one first serve, and very aggressive with the forehand.
Early in the second, I feel I've got him on the ropes. I break in the opening game to 15 and he seems tired and done. I mistakenly believed this and let off the gas. 3 double faults and a missed forehand later, he has broken back to level at 1-1. After that, he holds easily to 15, and it is as if he has gotten a 2nd wind. It was a hot day, high humidity, and now I am starting to tire.
At 1-2, I served a big game. I save a break point with a big serve and no return, and end up holding after one deuce, so 2-2. In the next game, I broke to love, as he seemed to re-tire as well, and my energy went up. *3-2 I'm serving, and I hold to 15 for 4-2. The next game, the first point, we play a 20something shot rally which I lose and I'm gassed. I basically tank the next few points going for winners, and he holds to 15 for 4-3. Concentrate on my serve, the Sampras mentality
I hold to 30 for 5-3, and now he is serving at 3-5, 30-30. I had noticed my strings were fraying a bit the last few games, and of course they popped when I hit a forehand return at 30 all. Of course it went long and I switched racquets back to my Wilson 6.1 BLX 95 18x20. Similar, yes, but the 85 is a dream. Anyway, he holds for 4-5 and now I'm serving for the match. By this point, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. I'm dizzy out there, my left quad beginning to cramp, but still I kept telling myself to fight and fight. 5-4, 30-30, we play a long rally, I move him left and right, come in, and he whistles a forehand cross court past my outstretched body and cramping leg as I lunged in vain. Now I'm in pain. I stretch the quad and regroup. Unfortunately, I hit a DF on the next point to give him the break
Now at 5-5, I am a dead man walking. I try to compete, but he holds to 30, as he has caught his own 3rd or 4th wind. He then breaks my dead self to 30 to take the set 7-5.
Third set, we play a 10 point tiebreak. I dunno how I did it, but I again regrouped, refocused, found some energy from somewhere and dominated the breaker. 1-0, 2-0, 3-0, 4-0, 5-0, 6-0, 7-0! He won 2 points on serve to get it to 2-7, followed by two points on my serve for 9-2. At 2-9, he served, we had a rally, and he comes in on my forehand. I race across, hit a forehand pass down the line which he pops up in my backhand corner. I summoned some energy and sprinted to the other side and sent a backhand slice down the line right in the corner to take the tiebreaker 10-2
2 hours 15 minute battle that I triumphed.
Now I'm dead
Luckily the tournament director gave me 90 minutes to eat and come back. At 2, we played the match and I was still dead
The other guy got up an early break 3-1, but I fought and kept fighting. I held a big game at *1-3 with some really good forehands down the line. I broke him in the next game and prepared myself for another long battle. At *3-3, I served with 15-0. A big serve wide, short reply, forehand winner the other way for 30-0. As I fist pumped and got ready for the next point, he walked up to the net and had to retire, left leg cramping up. Hey, I'll take it!
Now I am playing semifinals tomorrow, but the problem is I have to work 8-1 at my job, but the match is scheduled for 11
I gotta get someone to cover my shift, otherwise I gotta give a walkover
Fuck that, I'll be so pissed.
So that's it! I'm back baby!