My racquet sits alone
at the service line
awaitingmy arrival,
waiting for me to play.
My legs feel like Jell-O,
Icannot stop the wobbling
that I feel.
I was warned,
"You mustwin today,
it is up to you."
The words stick in my head
andwill not leave.
They will not stop.
I see my partner enter thecourt,
she looks nervous,
like me.
The other team,
are theylittle girls like me?
They look more like
giants:
big, strong andpowerful.
How will I match their abilities?
They probably couldbeat
Lindsay Davenport,
my favorite player.
Entering the court,
Ipick up my racquet
and hold my hand steady
as I get into the readyposition.
I see the giant on the other side
throw the ball in theair
her racquet aims for the ball
as if in slow motion.
I hear asound
come from the giant
on the other side
she makes a sound
likethey do in the U.S. Open
where I was just a cheering fan.
Running up, Ihit the ball
right into the net.
"Fifteen-Love," the giantshouts.
.
I see the disappointment
in the faces of my teammates,
mycoaches and my partner.
"Focus, focus!"
my coachshouts.
"Keep your eye on
the ball."
I will do justthat.
Focus.
And I will win.
I have to.
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