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#749783 ·published 2007-10-25 22:24 UTC
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Game, set and match. 
I won.

After three days of matches. I was in the finals. After just three years of playing tennis, I was at the top of my game playing some of the best tennis I’ve ever played. 
	As I ate a quick lunch before the match, I wondered who I was going to play the next round. When the tournament director yelled my name, I rushed over and met my opponent. At first, I thought he must have called the wrong person because the only other person there was a short, scrawny kid who looked at least 4 years younger than me.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I double checked with the director and he said it was correct. As we walked onto the court, I thought, this is going to be an easy win!  
As we warmed up I thought for sure I would win. I had better ground strokes, better volleys, and better serves. This was going to be an easy match.

Game, set, match. 
I lost.

I couldn’t believe it. After the loss, I didn’t touch my racquet for a week. I kept asking myself how I lost the match. I finally realized it a week later, I was too overconfident. I missed shot after shot thinking I could make every ball go in. The more I missed the more frustrated I got and the harder I hit the ball. The harder I hit the ball the further the ball went out. The downward spiral was what led me to play the worst match of my life. 

Realizing my mistakes, I told myself I’d never underestimate an opponent again. When I play an opponent, I would just play tennis. Over the summer I practiced almost 3 hours everyday. I also played in some local tournaments. I never underestimated my opponents in any of the matches and did well. 

In then spring, I again signed up for the same tournament. 
At the tournament desk, I saw the same kid that beat me here last year. The tournament director handed me the balls and told the both of us to go to court 4. I knew I had improved a lot during this year. However, I refused to believe that I was going to win this match for sure. I thought to myself this guy beat you last time so don’t underestimate him and just play. 


Game set and match.
I won.

Prejudice prejudge
Even though I lost the same match a year ago, I don’t think I don’t regret it. I gained something even more valuable than a trophy that day. I learned never to judge people. If I hadn’t thought my opponent was going to be weak I would probably have won that match. Today when I play against other teams for the school varsity tennis team, I always remind myself not to get overconfident.

This I realized is true in life too. When you judge a person without getting to know them first you miss out on a chance to truly understand someone else.