My name is Brandi, and I’m a sore loser.
Somehow it’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older. Aren’t we supposed to mature with age? Cuz that ain’t happening.
Last night was the final game of the regular season in our volleyball league. We went into the game 5-1, with our only loss coming the first night to the best team in the league. I could take that… they’re amazing, and we had never played together as a team before. It wasn’t fun, but it made sense. The team we played last night is one we’re pretty evenly matched with, and I was excited for the competition.
We arrived at the gym to find that two of our five players were out. We have two guys and three girls, and our two guys (Aaron being one of them) are really good – big hits and blocks. So with one guy out, we were a much shorter team, not to mention being short a setter. We started warming up, talking strategy and figuring out how to best cover the court with three players. The other team arrives, six strong. I have to admit, I was a little psyched out.
We played well in the first game. We got down a few points at the beginning, but rallied in the middle and came within two. They pulled it out in the end, though, getting us with a deep lob pass when we’d all crept too close to the net. At the end of the first game, I was EXHAUSTED. Usually, with three girls, we sub out every couple of rotations. And, with four players on the court, there’s a lot less ground to cover. I felt like I’d been running a marathon, and we were only halfway done. Things did not look good.
We lost steam in the second game… they got a few points in a row, and we were done. We had no momentum. I really think we could have held our own, but we just didn’t have it together. We got down and we got frustrated, and that was that. They beat us by ten points. TEN. So embarrassing.
And y’all, I was MAD. I do not like to lose in general (just ask Aaron about my Phase 10 behavior), but when it’s something I could have helped it is so much worse. I got frustrated with myself, frustrated with my team, frustrated with the people who couldn’t make it to the game. And, of course, frustration just leads to more mistakes. I’d hit the ball out of bounds, be irritated that I did that, and then hit it into the net the next time around. Tired + frustrated + irritable = not pretty.
We hung around after the game and talked to people, including a couple on the other team that goes to our new church. That was really cathartic… I needed to relax and remember that the reason we play in the league is to have a good time, to meet people, and to be active in a sport we love. Not to win. (Or, at least, mostly not to win.) We ended up having a really good time hanging out with people we didn’t really know. I’ve been feeling the need for some new friends lately, so meeting and hanging out with people we’ll be going to church with was a good start.
Now, the tournament starts next week. According to the bracket, it looks like we’ll play them again in the second round, hopefully with our full team. And while I’ll be focused solely on fun and fellowship, of course, I can’t say I won’t be motivated by last night. Revenge is sweet, my friends. You can’t lose to the same team TWICE… that is too much for my sore loser self to handle.