You woke up early everyday for three months. You practiced. You huffed and puffed.
You watched ESPN and something called The Tennis Channel.
You thought about the championship moment. You fantasized about it. You visualized the big win. You saw yourself pumping your fist in the air, saying YES!
The moment is here.
The last point.
You watch the ball … it bounces.
You close your eyes and shake your head.
Close … so close.
This is what happens in sports. In every sport. But at least you have Gatorade.
Close … so close