Victory is Ours

I was always terrible at writing sports articles, but I'm pretty psyched at the moment, so I'm going to write it anyways. Tonight, I played in my first official USTA tennis match -- and we won 6-3, 6-1.  Sweet! My partner Smitha and I were the #3 doubles team, but our court was right by the table with the snacks, so we had a nice audience cheering us on.

To use a baseball phrase, we were "down quickly 0-2" in the first set, thanks to me being nervous and hitting all sorts of easy groundstrokes long. I'm not really sure why I was nervous given that, you know, there is really nothing at stake here, but it took until the third game for me to start hitting well. But I think it paid off to keep playing aggressive. Favorite shot of the night: I caught the net man cheating to the middle and smacked a backhand winner straight down the line. [Insert fist pump here.]

My shoulder was pretty achy and serving was especially a struggle, but I managed to escape with only being broken once (two double faults, so really, I gave it to them). Now that I've taken some Aleeve, I think the shoulder's fine again.

The team as a whole won every match except one, so it was a victorious night for the Sunnyvale Tennis Club women's 3.0 team.

Now I'm watching Sports Center and wondering:

• Wow, how did Papi hit a *triple*?
• Did the Nationals rip their logo from Walgreens?