Tennis here in South Carolina is a close community. The state
is not all that big which allows for players to see one another
here or there during the year. So everyone pretty much knows
who everyone is. While telling this story I and my captain
shall remain nameless for reasons to become clear in a moment.
Our team had managed to find its way into the state finals
for the 3 straight year. We had an ok team but were weak in
couple of positions. We knew we had to pull a singles point
but that was going to be hard due to matchups. If we matched
our best player with thiers we would lose both singles and
lose the match. So we tried to match our best singles player
with thier worst singles player and hope for a win. The problem
was that thier best singles players had been playing 1 or
2 in no set pattern so we would have to guess. Guess right
we win, guess wrong we lose. It was that simple. The other
captain also knew this. We watched him walk around with his
scorecard mulling over just how to line up his singles players.
Each Captian trying to out smart the other. Our team spread
out all over the place just in case we may get a glance at
the top secret line up. Behind trees, around buildings, and
even had friends that were dressed in civilian clothes spy
for us. To no avail. That captain was holding that scorecard
tight. He looked around and spotted some bleachers next to
the courts. Big and very tall bleachers. He climbed to the
top. Looked around again, because our captains reputation
was well known, and began to write. He was safe. Bordering
the bleachers on the backside was a golf driving range. Naturally,
trees were planted to protect the tennis players from stray
balls along with a net for insuarnce agianst the incoming
missiles. We felt defeated. It was left to chance now. In
an act of self sacrifice, without a moments hesitation, our
fearless captain bolted around the back of the clubhouse.
dug his way under the protective net and was in enemy territory.
Out of nowhere, a team mate nudges me and whispers "I just
dont believe it!" "What is it?" I asked. He pointed. About
30 feet up in the air dangling on a rickety old branch was
our feerless captain. He climbed the tree, slid out on a branch
and overlooked the enemies shoulder and saw the lineup. He
then made it back from enemy lines and filled out our line
up and we won the state championship for the 3rd year in a
A TRUE STORY!!! Every year we tell that story before the
finals of the state. We have won 7 out of the last eight years.
The year we didn't win it we won the Georgia state. But that
is another story.