The background is probably as important (to me) as the actual set.
It was a ladies "suburban" singles match (which is one set, played to 8). It's kind of a strange team format where there are three singles matches, followed immediately by four doubles matches. Our team was shorthanded that day and I got drafted into "singles" service. We were also playing our in-club rivals even though the league has teams all over our metro area. My captain told me that my job was to try to wear out their #2 singles player (who would later be playing #1 doubles). My opponent wasn't really a nemesis; I was so far down any ladders we'd been involved in that I'd never played her in singles. So it didn't really surprise me that I found myself down 1*-6 rather quickly. But a put together a decent service game...as did she and we came to 2*-7.
Then I remembered my captain's request to try to tire her out...so I started playing just a bit of cat-n-mouse: pull her in, lob over her head, move her side to side (rather than my usual serve and attack style). Sure enough, I won my serve, then broke her. Then she got the Demetieva serving yips. I even gave her first serves when other balls even rolled near our court but she just couldn't put it together. Went back to serve-n-attack and she didn't know what to expect.
Hope you can guess it. I won 9-7.
Instead of tiring her out, I must have pissed her off. She and her partner (the #1 singles gal who's since had her rating bumped up) absolutely destroyed our #1 doubles team (who they had a fairly even H2H record with). But my partner and I pulled out the #2 doubles win, plus a few others...and voila...we won the match too! Haven't done it in over 5 years of playing basically the same ladies. Don't know that we can repeat it (and rumor mill has it that she wants to play me again in the Spring)...but it sure did feel good that cool Fall morning.