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Monday, April 20, 2009

I left lessons again at 11:15 today, missing a math and physics lecture, as well as a physics tutorial, among other lessons. This time, it was to play PJC.

I got into the line up as first singles together with Karan, and as usual, I was afraid of my service. I double fault way too often. My grip for it is totally wrong, but I've always been a stickler for it. 

Anyway, We won our match 9-6, though judging by our opponent's play, we should have done much better. I got a total of 4 double faults for the whole match, which is good considering I served 3 times. (Depending on the play, I might need to serve anything from 4 to 8 times) Overall, we won 4-1, 1 being the last singles that Bryan lost to the PJC captain, who was a really solid player. He did one of those amazing flip backhand shots, where before he is prepared for a corner shot, he does a 180-spin and blocks back the ball to Bryan's court. 

Another amazing shot was when he got a high corner shot, and we all expected him to do some drop shot or something, and I'm sure bryan was expecting the same thing, because he wasn't prepared for the high velocity smash that followed.

Even as this season hasn't ended, I've seen quite a few incredible plays. L337 players who seem to deflect really corner corner shots with some degree of ease, but none of them came from our own team. They themselves had some nice shots, but nothing to the degree of awe of our opponents. 

Today we met this eccentric player in the first doubles. His sleeves rolled up, his head sporting a bandana, his gear a Babolat racquet that Nadal uses, he was obviously a fan of the famous muscled player. Yet he looked nothing like the sporty and well-built tennis player, and he surely didn't play well. He lost to Imran 9-1, humiliating himself even further by shouting like a retard everytime he scored a decent (read, not amazing) winning shot, got a point from Imran's errors, or from his double faults. 

It was sad. It really was. He slammed his racquet into the fence, onto the net, unto the floor, he was off his rocker with his shouting and he was generally a laughing stock to our team. 

Well, I've more or less gotten used to the tight jersey, to the company, to the sport cca. I think I'll actually miss tennis when its all over. 

I never thought I'd say that, but its true. Company grows on you and sometimes irritating behaviour grows on you. Of course, I won't be missing tennis CCA to a large extent like I did with graduation, but I think I'll feel a little empty when I don't need to stay back every monday, wednesday and friday for training. 

I'd miss the two up-two down drill, I'd miss the dreaded matchplay (where I'd double fault so often) and I'd miss the suicide drills and 8-lap warm up so tied to tennis. 

The J2 team, taken before JAE.

Jonathan. I like his single handed backhand.

Shaun. His sister in MJC (whose name I can't remember) was from Damai.

Kenneth. Can see his nipples from his supertight jersey.  :O

Darren. Part German, Chinese, British... and I don't know what else.

posted by joseph at 6:25 PM

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