So that was Friday. On Saturday the 23rd, I considered playing consolation up in Palm Beach Gardens at noon, but I didn't want to take another beating, so I decided not to. Also, I would have had to drive from Gardens over an hour down to Sunrise for a match down there in the 5.0 division at 5:30. So I decided to rest and try to peak for Sunrise.
The tourney was pretty messed up. The top seed had a bye, and both of the guys didn't show up to play their match for who he would play SF. So the top seed, Eddie Biera, #3 in the state in the 5.0, got a bye to the final. Then, Spooner, who Israni beat in the finals in Aventura the week before, also did not show. So the only 1st round match that took place was myself vs. Scott Wolff, the #5 in the state in the 5.0's.
Here is what happened:
Vs. Scott Wolff in Sunrise 5.0 NTRP QF, 3/23/2013
He holds to 30, 0-1
He breaks to love, 0-2
I break to love, 1-2
I hold to 30, 2-2
He holds to 30, 2-3
I hold to 30, 3-3
I break to 30, 4-3
He breaks me after 4 deuces, 4-4
I break back after 1 deuce, 5-4
He breaks to 30, 5-5
He holds to 30, 5-6
He breaks to 30, 5-7
He holds after 1 deuce, 0-1
I hold to 30, 1-1
I break after 2 deuces, 2-1
He breaks to 15, 2-2
He holds after 1 deuce, 2-3
He breaks to 15, 2-4
He holds to 30, 2-5
I break myself to 30, 2-6
Points won on serve: Me- 26 (40.63%), Him- 35 (51.47%)
Games won on serve: Me- 3 (30%), Him- 6 (60%)
Points won on return: Me- 33 (48.53%), Him- 38 (59.37%)
Games won on return: Me- 4 (40%), Him- 7 (70%)
Total points won: Me- 59 (44.7%), Him- 73 (55.3%)
Total games won: Me- 7 (35%), Him- 13 (65%)
Fucking pissed off with this match. Had a break 3 times and choked all three. Gotta finish the shoulder, gotta get quicker, lower on legs, faster, better serve, gotta be able to serve into BH of righty.
The other match vs. Pessa, ok, he was too good and he beat me fair, I won 20% of the points. But this match I really fucked up, I really choked it away. First set, I lead *4-3 with a break, and lost it after 4 deuces. I actually had 40-0 in that game. I remember we were playing these long, long rallies on the green clay and I was getting a bit fatigued. At 40-0, I let my foot off the gas just a bit, spun my serve in and just went through the motions how tired I was, just hoping he'd make an error. I lost 2 points this way, and at 40-30, I decided to try to turn it back on, well, I couldn't, and hit a DF. Then we went through a myriad of deuces.
Mentally, I was right there. As I tossed the ball up, my mind was: "Hit a very good slice serve into that forehand and grind out this rally," but my body wouldn't adhere to what my mind wanted. I have a long term shoulder injury here:
And this does not allow me to have full control of my shoulder and by extension, any of my shots. In order to place the ball where I want, I have to swing slower. If I want to attack with power, it can't be close to the line. So I am playing impaired here and still with a lead vs. #5 in the state in the 5.0's. Anyway, he ends up breaking me, but I break him right back. Now I am serving for the set at 5-4.
At 5-4, 30-30, I hit a good serve, we get into a little rally, and eventually, he lobs up a moonball, an easy sitter, a shit ball landing right in the middle of the court. I step around, get ready to crank a forehand inside out. But my shoulder doesn't allow me. It is a ball I've hit a billion times, but this time, I really couldn't extend my shoulder well enough for how fast I tried to hit it. It ended up in the top of the tape.
He ends up breaking me and holding for the set at 7-5. Even so, I got myself a break early in the second and served at 2-1, before losing it again
This damn shoulder doesn't allow me to attack with full power and control, and this guy is too good and gets to every ball for me not to hit it all out. So, I was making errors. He gets another break and at this point, I am really getting frustrated with myself, my shoulder, and his fucking drop shots.
At 4-2, 15-15, him serving, we get into a rally, he drops a ball short, and I attack with my BH. I think of hitting it CC, but at the last second, switch to DTL, and clip the tape. As I curse, I see him crumple to the ground. Apparently he twisted his ankle on that shot. He must have thought I was going CC and twisted it as he tried to change direction back down the line on the shot I missed.
So he gets up, starts limping around in pain. I think he might retire, but he keeps on going. I try to move him around, and admittedly play a bit slower. He starts swinging out, hit some winners and drop shots. I get super pissed off and DF the match away at 2-5, 30-40. I swat the air with my racquet as I do all I can not to smash the damn thing. By the time I reach the net, I congratulate him very sporting. "Some warrior shit out there, man," I say, in regards to his ankle. "Thanks, a lot, good playing today," he says, as he limps to the bench.
He eventually has to pull out of the SF vs. Israni on Sunday morning, which was just as well, so Beira and Israni both had 2 byes to the final
I showed up to play consolation, but nobody else did, so I got myself a nice consolation plate just for showing up.