At the crack of dawn, I rise up out of my hotel bedroom, nervous for the first time in my life. As an eleven year old, my competitive instincts are nowhere near experienced, but I am driven by my natural surroundings, such as my parents or my conscience. In this episode, I am competing in my first U.S.T.A. (united states tennis association) tournament in San Antonio, Texas. I wait diligently on the court for a competitive matchup that is unexpected and unpredicted. My opponent walks onto the court as if he has a crown on his head, and leaves in utter frustration. Ironically my competition defeated itself through a poor attitude 6-0, 6-0. This match ended with one shattered racket and dishonorable parents for my …show more content…
tournaments. Most competitive mindsets among tennis players are vain and lack true righteousness. I can honestly label my eleven-year-old self as a selfish brat, but the moment I analyzed others on the court my entire perspective on sports was changed. Although my parents will push me to the limits, I will always contain my nonchalant attitude that supports the true meaning of tennis. I may miss the most facile, piece of cake overhead that’s two feet away from the net at times, and my parents faces may be painted with frustration, but in the end I’ve learned that self-control is what matters most. Self-control and honor is what builds the sport. Losing is losing, and nobody enjoys being a loser. Except, being a loser does not mean you do not have any