I'm glad I play tennis because I think I would be a pretty useless person if I didn't. I've learned a lot of valuable lessons being a tennis player. Here are three moments that I think have taught me the most about life, that have shaped me into who I am today.
When I was younger my coach was the coolest person in the world. He taught me a lot about tennis, and made the sport "cool" to me. I always hated tennis as a kid. I would've quit if my dad let me. I was a spoiled kid, and I didn't want to practice. I remember going to one practice having a bad attitude throwing my racket around, screaming and yelling, throwing the biggest, gnarliest temper tantrum you'll ever see (John McEnroe would've been proud). My coach stopped me and made me run. Since I was such a spoiled kid I just walked around the court for a couple laps because my pride was screaming, "I'm going to do what I want to do and I'm going to get what I want." Eventually my coach said he wouldn't coach me if I didn't start running. Since I really liked the guy I eventually started running. Some people can run forever, but I think running is the most boring thing in the world, so my mind wandered and I got to thinking about how spoiled I was. It changed me for sure. After that, I always made a conscience attempt to not get what I don't need. It's really shaped how I live today. I'm not the type of person that needs a lot to survive. I don't care about the nicest car, house, or shiny new toy. I'm really thankful for that "horrible" night at practice.
When I was around thirteen, I played a designated in Florida. A designated is a pretty big tournament, and the USTA had one once a month for the entire state. I was playing in the 14's, and I was in the quarterfinals which was the farthest I had ever been in a designated at the time. I was playing a kid I knew I could beat, but for some reason I was playing so terribly and I lost the first time. I threw another one of my famous temper tantrums and a referee came over from four courts away to give me a point penalty. I was absolutely livid, but I wanted to win so badly and I show emotion when I play (Sorry, I'm not Sampras). Somehow I stuck it out and went to a tiebreaker in the second set. I started playing better and I thought that I was going to come back and win. I started getting really pumped. By this time I had invested a lot of everything into this match. My opponent got to match point, but I wasn't nervous. Sometimes as an athlete you just know you can do it. I knew I was going to win this match. This kid could've been god and I still would've thought I was going to win. We played a long point and the kid dropped a ball short, I was ready to kill it, but it landed just out. I called it out, and the referee (who was standing right there) overruled me. I know this ball was out. I would bet your eternal salvation on it. I couldn't believe it! I started crying harder than I think I ever have. That night I was supposed to spend at my friend's house, but my parents didn't let me because I "had a bad attitude." After that match I was embarrassed, angry, sad, and a bunch of other emotions. It got me thinking about how much I cared about that one match. Tennis was the most important thing to me at that time in my life. Tennis! Think about that. Tennis was more important to me than my family or God. I think if you are honest with yourself you have always had those times where you put one thing above everything else too. It was kind of a reality check. While I'm still upset that I lost that match because my referee was a complete stupid, idiotic, retarded, nincompoop I'm glad I was able to take something away from that match. Even now, it's still a struggle to make sure my priorities are straight, but because of that match I do a much better job than I would if I hadn't been through that. Today, I can lose a match and smile (because I tried my best). I can get a 40 on my American Heritage final and rejoice (because the class is finally over), and I can be ok with my headphones breaking (because I don't need to listen to music all the time).
Recently, I played a tournament here in Utah. It's the preseason so it didn't count for much, but I decided that I don't want my college career to go by without me kicking serious butt all the time. I played a kid in the finals who beat me 6-2, 6-0 in conference matches last year. Down 5-1 in the first set, all I could think to myself was, "Is this really happening again?" I'm not sure if you gathered this already, but I absolutely hate losing. I did everything I could to stay in this match. I came back and won the first set 7-6. I let up a little in the second set and lost that 6-3. I was upset with myself for getting away from what I was doing that won me the first set and trying to end the point too quickly. Thankfully, I picked it up and won the third set 6-4 to take the tournament. I took my revenge (yay), but I also took a lot more from that match. A year ago I would've lost it. You can't say enough about never giving up. It's easy to take pity on yourself and find excuses to lose or to not do what you are supposed to. I'm pretty sure God won't accept excuses. He's going to ask us, "Why didn't you sell everything you had and follow me?" Knowing me, I could probably find a million reasons to justify why I couldn't just let go of that sin, why I needed it. It's easy to give up. It's easy to be comfortable. It's not easy to do what God tells us to. It's not easy to "sell all your possessions" and live for Him. So lately I've been learning that yes, I am ok with not being comfortable. I'm not going to give up. Ever. Romans 8:37 - We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. I can do whatever God wants me to, no matter how hard it seems.
I love tennis. You probably can't relate, but that's ok with me.
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