I’ve had a passion for tennis since I was a little girl. I remember the first game I ever watched on television featured Anna Kournikova as the odds on favorite. Her beautiful strokes and powerful serve made her my favorite tennis player. To me, it didn’t matter if she won her matches or not because I simply enjoyed watching the intensity she played with. I could tell she played with heart, and she gave it her all on the court. I couldn’t wait to learn and be a “star” just like Anna!
Unfortunately, I was only a seventh grader and my middle school didn’t offer tennis as an intramural sport. I would go to the park and play with my brother every once in a while, but he didn’t really know how to teach me since tennis was a sport that came naturally to him, so we eventually stopped going.
After two years of anxiously waiting, it finally came: my first day of high school! I asked around and found the athletic director, who led me to the tennis coach, Branny. She said tennis try-outs didn’t start until the winter, so I had a few months to hang tight. More waiting?! I couldn’t take it anymore! However, I managed to keep my sanity until January. Much to my surprise, I made the team, but only as an alternate. Since I could only play when I was needed, my parents refused to buy me a racket of my own and I had to settle for an older racket provided by the school. Needless to say, my first season did not go well. I only won half of my games and I was convinced that had I not played with such an outdated racket, I would have been fabulous. As soon as the season ended, I trained with members of the Varsity team year-round so I could obtain that coveted position on Varsity.
The next year at try-outs, I made it! I was number six on the team ladder, just barely making Varsity! But I didn’t care! I was ecstatic! I shared the good news with my parents and they agreed that it was time for me to buy my own racket. I couldn’t wait! Much to my dismay, I only had $30 saved up and good tennis rackets didn’t come cheap. I searched the store with disappointment in my heart. The prices read $80, $100, $150… nothing within my price range. I was at the point of giving up when I saw a sign that made my heart skip: sale. SALE?! A Prince racket that was originally $60 was put on clearance for $30! It was as if the heavens had opened up and sent an answer to my prayers! I handed the money to the cashier and just like that, it was mine! I couldn’t wait to try it out! I felt invincible.
The next day at practice, things weren’t going well. I was losing my ladder match which would drop me down to the JV team and I had come dangerously close to twisting my ankle after a particularly tiring rally. What was going on? Shouldn’t this brand new racket have solved all of my problems? I had become so frustrated that I smashed my racket to the floor, and the unthinkable happened. My shiny Prince caved in and broke into two pieces! I was devastated! Not only did I eventually lose the match, but I also had a lot of explaining to do when I got home. I had no doubt as to why I had gotten such a good deal on the racket of my dreams.











