Strong rally fuels intramural championship

Today I finished playing in my first real tennis tournament, with a 6-8, 6-2, 6-3 victory in the final championship match over my nemesis, the other Steven (with a different last name) in a marathon match that lasted three hours, five minutes. I don't think I've ever played in windier conditions in my life than what we had today. Talk about constant adjusting.

I feel like I can brag about this win because this is a new hobby I've been working on for awhile now, and this was the first competitive tennis I've played besides messing around with friends. Since they don't have baseball leagues for guys who are 20-years-old, I figure this must be the next best thing for competition. Heck, there are even 65-year-old people who play tennis in USTA leagues.

The only tennis lessons I have ever taken were when I was about 8 or 9 years old for like four weeks one summer at the Oxford Country Club. Wait...Oxford has a country club you ask? Exactly, that's how long ago it was. But I am planning on taking a tennis class in the fall. My serve is horrible! At least compared to everybody else's...

My ultimate goal is to someday be able to beat Andy Roddick (he would probably have to have two broken legs and a eye patch over his left eye for that to happen).