Saturday, September 29, 2007

The Sunday to be forgotten

My partner and I are waiting on the courts for our opponents to join us. I'm already aggravated and the day just went down hill from there. My temper, however, continued to climb uphill for the entire match. Laugh...when Jackie tells me I am out of line....I am WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY out of line.

Sitting on the hill watching the rest of the match, I heard horror stories, one by one, from the rest of my team. Afterwards there was a flurry of emails. They all said the same thing. We may have lost, but we all kept our dignity and our integrity. Well, everyone except me. I wouldn't say I behaved in a dignified way. : )

Most importantly, this is what I learned or rather remembered, from all the emails. I play tennis with a great bunch of women. All supportive. All with integrity. All around a great group of ladies.

This is where I would usually say...let's go out and kick some butt, but on the eve on our next match, I will leave you all with, lets go out and have some great matches.

and kick some butt. (I couldnt resist)