Tennis: Pure Evil

Back again, my pretties! I missed you since yesterday. I'm glad you decided to return after the nightmare of my last post. Another reason why I love you.

I also love sports. If you know me at all, this is my favorite time of year. March madness, my birthday, and Cardinal's baseball starts. Yes, I am still a fan even though they tried to kill me.

Sports are my livelihood. I play a few sports. Basketball I play for fun, and volleyball in middle school, high school, and college, which you know, and coached volleyball, which you also know.  What you may not know is that I'm not actually good at playing every sport. *Gasp* shocking I know, but alas, it's true. Golf, which technically isn't a sport (shut up), is stupid, so it doesn't matter if I can't "play" that.

Tennis, on the other hand, makes me want to cry. I love watching tennis; it absolutely fascinates me. This is also the only sport my family plays together. They always leave me out. Sad, yes, but this is my reality.

Okay maybe they do ask me to go, but I usually turn them down. I have to. I'm that bad. I've tried, but I'm so impatient that if I don't get it the first time, my mindset is essentially I never will. That pretty much goes for everything.

You can probably guess how big of a sore loser I am. It's pathetic.

The other day, I decided to try my hand at tennis again, thinking I could have magically aquired the skills overnight. It was a beautiful day, and I wanted to be outside. And yes, they asked me to go. Who am I to deny my family of my presence? (shut up) So I went.

Not one of my better ideas.

I honestly was doing better than expected at first. I even won a few matches. Probably out of pity, but who's keeping track? No one, because we don't play that way.

The decline was subtle, but it was there. I switched my brother rackets, so mostly I blame that. But I think the tennis gods were tired of watching my awkward dance moves after every point I won. Although it doesn't explain the terrible serves (one that if Tarah were a boy, she no longer would be), hitting the ball over the super high fence, on accident, believe it or not (my muscles are things of legends), and completely missing the ball with my racket. I think I yelled at my mom to "shut her face" once or twice because she was laughing at me. I'm embarrassed, but if I can't be truthful here, where can I? I don't have the money for therapy!! I'm a struggling student!!! *crying violently*

I told you I can't handle it. This is what happens. Tennis is just not for me. I will stick with what I know. I'm too competitive to play a sport competitively that I know I can't win. I get upset. I say things I don't mean. People get mad. Feelings get hurt. It's a vicious cycle.

Maybe one day, by osmosis, or magic, I will be able to play, but until then, I'll just watch. No feelings have to be hurt, Tarah's groin will still be intact, and I won't have to tell my mom to shut her face, unless, of course, she laughs at me again.

-Blank You Very Much