October 14, 2010

  • “Hey Alex, remember that time you punched a light post?”

    “Yes, you remind me everytime we see each other!”

    I have a friend that I see once in a blue moon nowadays, but whenever we meet up he likes to bring up funny memories from our college years.  One of his favorite memories was a time I more or less lost my cool on the tennis courts.  As far as emotional explosions go, it wasn’t like one of those crazy, exaggerated blow ups you see on many reality shows.  However, the fact that I can count with just one hand the number of times I’ve lost it in public probably made this stick out in my friend’s head.

    I generally try to let things slide and look on the bright side whenever I can.  If you’ve seen Ktown Cowboys (if you haven’t, you can watch it here) you could compare me to Rob in terms of demeanor.

    Like Rob though, I can only take so much before my anger-o-meter fills up!

    On that day, my friend and I were playing tennis against two other people.  I guess it was a really bad day for me because I wasn’t staying very calm or collected at all.  I felt like I was hitting way too many easy volleys into the net as well as turning into a double faulting machine.  It was very frustrating, but made more frustrating whenever I saw the other team celebrate my mistakes (sportsmanship dictates that as a no no).

    As mistakes began piling up from me, I felt my anger-o-meter go up and up.  I went from just sighing, to slapping my leg, to whacking the net hard with my racket. 

    I missed this one last easy volley that ultimately pushed me past the tipping point.  I let out a roar and almost smashed my racket into the ground.  Fortunately, I manage to hold back on that move and instead chose the next “best” thing: I punched the light post.  Several times.  I might as well have screamed “ALEX SMASH!” just to top it off.

    After I was finished, I calmed down and got ready to play the next point.  However, when I looked up I saw everyone else was not getting ready to play but instead was staring at me in amazement.  Finally, my friend spoke up.

    “Uhhh Alex, your hand is bleeding.”

    I looked down and saw that he was correct.  At this instance, my frustrations dissipated as I started laughing at the ridiculousness of what I just did.  I ended up finishing up the match, wiping away the blood from my leaking knuckles between points.  Good times.

    No wonder my friend won’t let me live this down XP

    Hey, I’m going to look on the bright side!  At least I didn’t pull off a Mikhail Youzhny (skip to around :38):

    Too bad he’s doing it wrong.  When I do the Youzhny the racket doesn’t break me…

    …I break the racket!  ALEX HEAD SMASH!!

    Update:
    Apparently drung888 was there the moment I punched the lamp post and captured it.  Picture proof here.

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