|Baby Nolan wouldn't have choked in the big points, no.|
But it was not to be. We lost in a third set tiebreak, 6-8. That's about as close as it can get. And yes we played a good match. Matt played the best he's ever played. But I didn't. There were a couple of times that I had the match on my racquet, and I screwed it up. I feel like when I close my eyes to go to sleep tonight, I'll see myself hitting a volley into the net. I am pouting and trying to wring some sympathy out of Matt, but he is like, "We played well, so did they, could have gone either way, are we still talking about this?"
Our opponents were this hot Israeli couple. They were definitely worthy foes. But still. I think I hate losing even more than I love winning. Is that normal?
I might try to recruit them for our winter mixed team.
I don't know when we'll get this far in playoffs again, because next season we'll move up a level and probably get our asses kicked a lot. That crystal tennis ball is receding into the future like Gatsby's green light.
One thing might make me feel better and that's to go sit on the couch and watch Homeland. Even if that show is just a shadow of its former self. I mean, if I am asked to care about Dana Brody one more minute, I don't know.
Share with me the triumphs and/or defeats in your day.