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When A Side of Bacon Won't Even Help

Atlanta Ladies Tennis Blog Ladies Who Tennis

I love when this happens. (She said, sarcastically.)

Game. Set. Match. You defeat your opponent in a grueling match. Maybe it was done over 3 sets but you could certainly have just as challenging of a match in 2 sets. Deuce. Ad. Deuce. Ad. You know what I’m talking about. Having to fight with everything you’ve got for each and every point. Always on the brink of defeat if you lose focus for even a second.

But finally it’s done. You’re exhausted and your partner is exhausted. But you are victorious. You meet your opponents at the net who graciously extend their hand and congratulate you on the win. And you see, just beyond the fence, your teammates, who’d been cheering you on the whole time, high-fiving each other on your behalf. What an awesome tennis match!

Then, out of no where, as you approach the bench, reaching for your well-deserved bottle of watermelon infused Hint water, your opponent explains, “Woo, that was a good match! I thought I was going to have to quit half way through. I just got over the flu yesterday and I’m as weak as my cell phone signal on a cloudy day! Tennis has not even been on my mind for the past week. Thank goodness my partner’s twisted ankle has gotten a little better. She totally got us through the match!

She turns to her partner and asks, “What’s your name again?” then looks at us and says, "We’ve never played together before!”

Seriously?! Why?!! What was the point of all of that? Ok, maybe the excuses weren’t all that rich and plentiful but they may as well have been! They totally undermined the feeling of accomplishment my partner and I worked so hard to achieve. I wish they'd kept all of that to themselves. A simple “Nice match” would have sufficed. I might have even settled for an unsportsmanlike handshake or lack thereof. Maybe.

Whether it was intentional or not, her excuses completely sucked the wind out of my sails, rained on my parade, crashed my party. She may as well have eaten the last sleeve of Thin Mints I’d been hiding in the back of the freezer.

Excuses are like hard boiled eggs. Just one can stink up the whole place.

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