I'm not sure if many people know this about me, but I'm an extremely competitive person. Like really. So as Samantha and I were playing our doubles match, the girls across the net were continuing to smash us and it just really was getting on my nerves. So I start serving a game and announce the score as 30 all, and the chick on the other team said, in the snootiest way possible, "Are you sure? It's 15-40." So then I was really angry, we were losing 0-4 and she was getting all mad because the score I had was different than hers. But I held my ground and we finished the game. As we went to switch sides, she walked up to the net and snarled, "You were wrong about that score, it was 15-40." Of course I had to retaliate (though it wasn't a very good one), "Oh look you won the game anyways, it's not like it matters now." We lost that set 1-6.
But the best part of the whole match was breaking that jerk chicks serve twice! To define the phrase, "break her serve": Usually in a tennis match, the person who is serving has the advantage and wins the game that they serve. Whenever you win the game that your opponent serves, then it is said that you "broke" their serve. Anyways, she was really making me angry because a) she was beating us, b) she was being a snot about it, c) I was not going to let her get away with it. So I was returning a serve and she was at the net, and I absolutely nailed her with the ball. The serve was moderate, so I gathered all the strength I had and hit it as hard as I could at her face. She barely had time to get her racket up, but it was a bad shot and we won the point. While she served she kept choking so it made her mad, but me happy :). Then when I was serving, I missed my first serve so I was going for my second one when I noticed that she had scooted up anticipating an easy ball. So I thought, "Oh you think that's going to help you?" and then I hit my second serve almost as hard as the first, and got her flustered. Then, she served, and usually I need a few seconds to get calm and ready to return the ball so I turned my back on the net. THEN she had the audacity to call the score and start her toss while I was still turned around! I was like really? I'm not ready yet OBVIOUSLY. So I made her wait a few more seconds and she got mad at me. But I mean seriously, the girl was a jerk and I was not going to let her walk all over me.
After the match I started thinking, and I realized something: the match had not been one to see who had the most talent, or who had the best ball control, no. This match was a test of wills, and I had won. So it didn't matter that we'd lost 1-6 3-6, we'd gotten her angry and made her play our game instead of hers. So we had a small victory and took more away than a mere loss.
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