Watching the US Open final match between Rafa Nadal and Novak Djokovic. Rafa is playing some great tennis and I just love his attitude right now. He (Rafa) knows he's playing incredibly well, but he also knows that Novak is playing some unstoppable tennis. I love that Rafa just chuckles when he loses a point because he knows he's playing brilliant tennis but also knows that Novak is hitting some unrealistically amazing shots.
Takes me back to being the underdog and just smiling when winner after winner shot zips past me. It's frustrating, yet rewarding at the same time. To be able to hang in there that long with someone who's game is far better than mine feels really great. There is something so rewarding about KNOWING that I am getting better at something the very moment it is happening.
There are few moments in my life when I feel like I've done something that is perfect—except when playing sports. Take tennis for example—when I'm on the court, and I feel the ball connect with the strings of my racquet, and then I watch it land exactly where I intended it to land, I feel like I've achieved perfection. For me anyway. I know there are a million players out there who could hit that shot much better than I just did, but FOR ME, it feels perfect.
Ok, third set, 5-4, Nadal....time to get back to the match.