Descriptive Essay On Tennis

I have never felt more nervous than in the locker room before my region game in Pierre to advance to the state tournament. My teammates and I were gathered in the locker room before the game like we usually are, but this was different. The feeling of knowing that this was our last chance of going to the state tournament and playing for a championship was on the line. I remember it was so quite. I had headphones on, and so many thoughts were traveling my mind. The music blasting in my ears was a blur and all I could hear was my own heart beating. Coach Gardner entered the room and had the coaching staff with him preparing to give his pregame speech. After he relieved some of our stress and nerves, we were ready. We broke down the huddle and jogged down the dark hall to the court. I will never forget walking onto the court hearing the screeching cheers and seeing the sea of purple on one side of the court and red on the other.

“Oh no, please don’t tell me this is happening. Mom, can I just skip this tournament?” I pleaded, “There is absolutely no hope for me.” Being the dramatic person I am, I lamented the imminent end of my tennis career. I went into the tournament with an expectation of failure. I started the match by accidentally whacking the ball over the fence, tripping on my own feet rushing to end the point. The little confidence I had when going into the match dissipated within a few minutes. I continued the match pondering how to angle my racket to put spin on the ball. Every time I failed, I blamed it on the high skill level of my opponent. Unsurprisingly, I lost in an hour. When looking back on that match, I realized that it could have gone differently had I not brought myself down before. My lack of

Being ranked number one on the Vacaville High School Varsity Tennis Team was one of the most mentally challenging events during high school. I love tennis, but it was very difficult balancing all of my Advanced Placement classes, trying to having some sort of a social life and playing tennis year-round all at the same time. The only reason being number one was mentally challenging was because I was losing most of of my matches. I thought about quitting the tennis team more times than I could count. It was my first year playing in the number one spot and I was not ready to play against such high-level tennis players. I knew that if I didn't show up we would lose because the rest of the team would have to play against a player that is one level

When I was younger I used to play sports especially football. I remember playing in the championship game for Coral Reef Senior High against American Heritage Senior High. It was my last high school game and for us to remain undefeated throughout the season. I also knew I had to bring my “A” game because of college scouts were going to be at the game. Our game was to be played at Florida International University at 7pm. My team and I went to the FIU stadium two hours before the game started to stretch and loosen up. So as the time was winding down for us to play we step on the field, all I could see was a lot people in the stands cheering us on. I kind of had butterflies in my stomach but I had to put that feeling aside and help my team win.

I was aware that I had another set to play ahead of me. I knew that somehow I needed to drastically change my attitude and approach on the match. Forcing myself not to shut down after the first set is one of the biggest hardships I have ever experienced on a tennis court. The second set granted me one last chance to redeem myself, one last chance to display what I was truly capable of.

My ascent to the Baylor Men’s Tennis Team is a story of using relentless hard work to accomplish a goal that seemed like a long shot

We started out the game winning and the team was all so happy to. ELysa was pitching and I was catching this game. The score at this point was 6-4. Our parents were yelling and cheering so loud for us since we were winning they were so happy for us. Earlier that day we lost to that team in our first game by 6 and we were up by 2.

Our car rolled and bounced along the grey and dusty gravel road that reeked of gasoline and exhaust. Finally, we came to the entrance of the patchy green fields to start my first practice. I soon learned that there would be no need to be nervous as we all worked hard on this team and all became friends and were very serious about the sport. Every week we attended the five hours of practice and worked our butts off every practice. Finally, It became time to talk about our first games together that were that weekend. Before practice started coach pulled us aside and talked to us about the tourney. We were excited and prepared, but I think all of us were a little nervous. When we got to the tournament we warmed up for our game and and did some quick warm up drills. The game started and my chest was pounding out of my chest thumping so hard I could feel every beat. FWEEE! The whistle sounded and our team advanced on the field passing and running around. The ball was passed to me and I panicked and passed it right back. I realized that I needed to calm down so took a little break on the bench and settled down and got back out on the

Twenty minutes passed, we played just 7 games and the first set was complete. All that adrenaline I had built up had suddenly turned to shame. During changeovers, my coach was desperately trying to get me into my happy place. He tried talking strategy, but eventually realizing that his efforts were for naught, reverted to try and humor me by quoting “Animal House” or joking about how unattractive he thought my opponent was just to try and get my head on straight. As the second set neared its conclusion, I felt a sense of failure. About a week back, my team gave me the honor of being captain. I was supposed to be defending our new courts and setting an example for the young underclassmen hoping to one day be in my shoes. Instead, I was on the receiving end of a metaphorical butt-thumping by our biggest, most hated

I could not contain myself as I busted out with excitement. My parents were just as excited for me as I was. In addition, I felt accomplished, for not only making the team, but as well as showing myself that I could do it. This experience led to many other opportunities and let me achieve one step closer to being the best I could

Playing tennis is a challenging sport that not everyone can play. It not only uses physical strength, but it involves mental strength. You have to be able to push through whatever obstacles there are. In order to play tennis, you have to be able to withstand the heat of the sun, losing, and negative people around yelling at you to do better even if that is the bet you can do.

As we all know, America is a nation of sports enthusiasts. Most Americans participate is some kind of sporting event, either as a spectator or as a competitor. In the pantheon of great American sports, there is one that stands out. It has been called the great American pastime. Yes, that great sport known as tennis. Tennis requires a mastery of many skills to be able to play competitively, but the primary skill needed to win in tennis is the serve. The serve is the primary offensive weapon used I tennis, because it is the only time when a player gets to put a ball into play. The player controls the speed, the placement, and the spin of the ball. With proper procedure, the serve can win many points and games for the server. The technique

I was so excited I ran down to the Gym and put on my equipment. I raced onto the court got a puck and shot it. It felt nice coming off my stick, I could also feel my stick flex it felt awesome. This was only evaluations so we didn’t actually play a game the coaches just looked to see how good we were, so they could pick the teams. I ended up being picked early in the first round so I had a feeling I was going to

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