If I only had a brain.

Or, maybe a lobotomy would be the way to go.

No other explanation for the crap tennis I played today. Lost 3 and 1. My opponent was very good, but not so good that I shouldn't have been able to do better. Predictably, after losing a tight first set (in which I blew many chances but also had an interesting line call go against me on my game point) I went into insane mode in second set...thinking 'I must be more aggressive!'.

Which is fine and all, only more aggressive for me right now translates into...I can't keep the damn ball in the courts. And I got frustrated, and she could tell, and totally moved in for the kill. Kudos to my opponent, she played a smart, smart game...and again, my mind is my biggest enemy.

Along with my serve.

And my backhand.

FML.