So we go to a third set to see who wins. My partner and I were playing our hearts out. We were both dripping with sweat from head to toe, and I had gone through three Gatorade bottles. We lose the first game then win the second. We won the third, fourth, and fifth. Only two games left and we are in the championship against our own teammates! However, that is when I hit a wall. From then on out I could not do anything. Balls that I could usually get to, I came up short. My hard serves that I am known for started to slow down, making an easy return. We did not win another game and lost the …show more content…
I scouted out our competition while they were playing, and I felt very confident. I get some lunch, and I am ready to go. I was not feeling tired at all! We play another three set match out in the heat with the sun blaring on us, but we pull off a win. We were in the consolation championship which guarantees us with a medal! We played the town favorite, Bishop Kelly. They just got done with a long match just like us and one of the players had heat stroke so the match was delayed. I went to check in with how he was feeling and he was as white as a ghost. He told me, “Man, I feel awful, but I will still play even though we will probably lose.” The match starts and it is as hot as an oven outside so we were all worried about getting heat stroke. We won the first set with ease. The second set we lose in a tiebreaker. “It all comes down to this. All of our hard work and dedication has lead up to this moment,” my partner tells me. I was very tired. I start making dumb mental mistakes, and I was very slow on my feet. We lost the match, but we still placed fourth which was awesome! I felt bad for my partner, however; because it was her last match, and we lost. We were both happy for a successful year, and we knew we would continue to be close friends as life went on after