Now that I played my last match it was time to play my first match. The place was a little closer to my house so it felt like a true home match. Temp was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit, another great spring day in Chicago. It was about 5 pm so I was not sure if we would get the match in under natural light.
My opponent looked to be someone who had been bumped down so I was wary of higher level play. Once again he was a opponent with a one handed backhand and a big forehand. This opponent would come over the bh but not with tremendous topspin. Volley was steady and serve kind of flat he could place it though.
I came out smokin'! Winning the first 5 games and looking to break to drop my second bagel in consecutive sets on consecutive days but he held to end my 11 game winning streak. A sloppy service game and then I broke to secure the set. During the 5 game beat-down I saw my opponent switch racquets, now he was doing it between sets. I appeared to be one of those old Yonex sticks with a squarish head. I seemed to work as he broke a held for a 2-0 lead I battled to be a point away from 4-4. My opponent held and then broke to take the set 6-3. I think the four sets of tennis finally got to me as my forehand just became a slap and my backhand started landing short. However, my legs still worked and I proceeded to throw myself all over the court and not give up on any ball. It seemed to work as i served for the match at 5-4. The sinking sun proceeded to make it hard to serve on the North side of the court as a rightie and I was broken. I stuck to my one more ball strategy and broke back. 4 good serves from the south side of the court and I am 2-0!
I am familiar with my next opponent so I know what to expect. He is one of few one handers that is comparable with me as far as variety and power. Another war for our hero!