Ramon Osa's Articles – March 2015 Archive (1)

Sweaty palms, gasping for air, my knees were shaking under the bright UCSD lights. How could a day so irresistably beautiful turn into a nightmare?



I was up 5-1 at the Intramural championships and dominating this guy with my crushing groundstrokes and swift transition game.  If it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t have a swiss accent, I could have sworn I was Roger Federer that night.  I was feeling unstoppable.  Every shot I hit was…