Cheating In Tennis Research Paper

Noreen was inspired to start playing herself, by watching her brother from the sidelines. Although she discovered tennis at a very young age, she did not start playing, until she was ten. Noreen was preoccupied with dance and other activities, and never got around to actually playing herself. Noreen began training recreationally but soon started playing at some academies. This year, she entered into high school and joined the Piedmont High varsity tennis team. From being a part of a supportive team, with amazing coaches, Noreen has learned a lot from her teammates along with exposure to many remarkable experiences. With an abundance of wonderful role models from her team surrounding her, she is inspired to constantly try her best and to appreciate tennis. She aspires to be more competitive when it comes to playing, and to progress in improving her playing overall. Her hope is to never lose her passion for the sport and to continue playing it throughout her

A few years ago I was training to be professional tennis player at one of India’s top tennis academies. I had been playing tennis only for ten months when my tennis coach suggested I participate in the upcoming national level fastest serve tennis tournament. There was a fear in me, a fear of facing the more skilled, experienced, and accomplished competition, yet my mind wanted to overcome that fear and trust my coach and ten months of training. My coach had immense faith in my abilities to perform well, but being the underdog, I lacked the confidence to compete alongside top ranked players. As the tournament date grew closer, I found myself battling between two paths - give in to my fear and surrender any chance of winning, or escape my comfort

¨If you can keep playing tennis when somebody is shooting a gun down the street, that's concentration.¨ Serena Williams, having grown up in Compton California, said this quote about her hardships living there and the challenges it brought her but, through everything, she persevered. Now I know that tennis and Serena Williams might not interest each and every one of you but, I am here to spread her inspiring story in hopes that maybe it will give you motivation, maybe for your own sport or something else. Nonetheless, Her story of perseverance has greatly touched the hearts of the globe. I have been playing and following the sport of tennis since freshman year and I have accumulated a great deal of knowledge about the professional players who

All eventually-successful tennis players know the difference between a good and a bad loss. Each year, they set the ludicrous goal of beating a seemingly infinite number of equally determined people. They aren’t looking for opportunities to win, they are looking for the select few people who can beat them. Resist as they may, at some point, a more experienced player will get the better of them. Faced with this inevitable failure, they do what any successful person would, they learn. A loss reveals more about the chinks in a warrior’s chainmail and the stutters in a programmer’s code than a win could ever

I went to Miami during the summer of 2012 to watch a tennis tournament featuring all of my favorite players. This was my first time being in Miami, and my first time watching greatness up close. I had the chance to watch some of the greatest players of all time: Nadal, Federer, Djokovic and many others. Obviously these players have amazing talent and athleticism. But, after a week of great tennis, I realized there was more to their success. Nadal needed more than just athleticism to win 9 french open titles, and claim the nickname “King of the Clay”. During practices, they would be pushed to their very last breath. Even during practice they never gave up. I realized something that weekend, all pro players have great talent and athleticism.

I still recall the many hours spent as a kid hitting a tennis ball against the drywall in my empty garage. Tennis has inspired much of my intrinsic growth since then, both socially and mentally, developing two core values that I continue to adhere to today: persistence and making a substantial impact. Consistently pushing through situations in which I have struggled has contributed to my persistence and my desire to excel, whether as a professional tennis coach or as an aspiring physician in a medical care facility. I have come to learn that with people in general, there is really no losing; everyone has something they want or need that makes them tick, and throughout my tennis coaching career, I have found that the more you are able to understand people’s wants or needs, the more influential you can be for them.

What’s happening? Am I really going to lose the match? All of my hard work will all go down the drain if I lose this game. A massive serve flew past me, and I lost the game. Completely frustrated, I walk off the court with my head down, swinging my racket back and forth Like a yo--yo on a string. I am unable to believe that all my hard work preparing for the game has gone down the drain in just one match, in just an hour and twenty--five minutes long. About to burst into tears, I heard my mom coming towards me. She says one thing that completely changes my view of the whole game. “Jack, I know you tried really hard, but look at it this way: You tried your best! You’ll play him again and possibly win. You played great! ”

“Oh no, please don’t tell me this is happening. Mom, can I just skip this tournament?” I pleaded, “There is absolutely no hope for me.” Being the dramatic person I am, I lamented the imminent end of my tennis career. I went into the tournament with an expectation of failure. I started the match by accidentally whacking the ball over the fence, tripping on my own feet rushing to end the point. The little confidence I had when going into the match dissipated within a few minutes. I continued the match pondering how to angle my racket to put spin on the ball. Every time I failed, I blamed it on the high skill level of my opponent. Unsurprisingly, I lost in an hour. When looking back on that match, I realized that it could have gone differently had I not brought myself down before. My lack of

I stepped on the court for the first time and picked up a racket. I looked at the blue, shinny Wilson and proceed to bounce my hand of the middle of the racket pretending like I knew what I was doing. I looked over to my friend Joe, who was on the other side of the court. It was hard to see him because it was a hot sunny day, the court was a dark blue making the sun reflect off of the surface. There was very little shade at the community tennis courts making other people avoid the court but we still wanted to play. I attempted to hit the ball over to him but kept hitting the ball into the net. Slowly every time I hit the ball higher until I finally hit it over the net. It took me about 30 minutes to finally get a good rally with Joe going.

It was a scorching hot day and the wind was blowing the trees of the overgrown frost. I was at Bur Mill Park getting ready for a tennis match. I had on a red cornerstone shirt and a tennis skirt. My brown skin and dark- brown hair were burning in the sun. Mrs. Gulden, my tennis coach, was a miniscule lady with short-blonde hair. Mrs. Gaulden had just called our team over to review the line-up. As usual, I maintained my spot as the 5th seed. My team lined up and my coach called out the line-up one by one, as we met our opponents. My opponent was rather tall and maintained a menacing presence. She had medium sized light brown hair and peach colored skin. Although I can’t remember my opponents name, I was startled by her presence. Together, we walked over to the court and began our warm-ups.

My sophomore year of high school was the first year that I had played Tennis. I had never played tennis before so I had to learn how to swing a racket let alone compete against kids who had been playing for years. After the first few tournaments and matches the coach had finally decided on the lineups that would remain throughout the year. Since I was new but a quick learner I was placed at third doubles with another kid named Gabe. Gabe had no experience just like myself so we played like fools out on the court. Both of us would run around everywhere to get the ball with very little teamwork and very little coordination. At practices we would play matches against our opponents and they would always drag on forever because we would have fun and not take them seriously. This bad habit translated to matches and we started to take matches as fun and play time. Instead of going out

I serve, she returns, I return the ball back and the point goes on and on. This goes on for the entire match. We are very close score wise. By the end of the first set, I end up winning 6-4. By this time, Rachel and Elizabeth have left to go play their doubles match. However, Christine is already done with her match, as she wins 6-2, 6-1. Her opponent was a really easy opponent, thank goodness. Christine and the rest of the team’s parents were cheering in the stands. They were telling me that I was doing a great job, and to keep up the work. However, I was tired. My opponent moves me all around the court. Left, right, front, back, everywhere. Once the other team sees my team cheering, they start cheering as loud as they can in order to shut us down. My team won’t go down like that, we are determined winners. So, instead of shutting down, they just scream back louder. Soon, it became a screaming and chanting match, rather than a tennis

‘I was always the smallest on my team, in basketball, soccer, and swimming.’ Although I was decent at some of the sports I tried, I was never good enough to compete at the elite levels. It was then when I tried tennis, I still remember when my coach pulled me out and said, ‘Sunny, you’re a queen at this.’ In high school, I went to states three times, but in junior year, I was knocked out in the regionals third round, that hurt me a little, as I was never used to not going to states. I practiced every day from that point on, trying to get better, but my parents were worried for my education and forced me to take a break from tennis, but not long after, my new coach, Ryan Larvey saw my potential and made me a professional tennis player; however,

Standing at the lot of my team, I could not restrain my body from perspiring. My mentor, recognizing my state, calmed me down with a freezing bottle of water. Eventually, the first round was initiated. One more time, because this was the first experience I competed at a tournament, I was unable to concentrate on my match. As a result, I took any move coming to my head without taking much considering. As a consequence, I gave myself a false move. I put my Queen on the way of my opponent’s Rook. Without waiting, he threw his Rook to my Queen’s square as a replacement. I, analyzing this was the situation analogous to the match between I and my dad, demanded an undo, ‘ Could you let me take back my Queen?’. He rejected. As louder as I screamed , my opponent showed no signs of approval. Finally, since I refused to continue the game, he dashed to the referee, and I was decided the

I have discussed reasons why: match-fixing in tennis in particular has become so prominent with many young, ‘under the radar' athletes viewing it as the only way to make money through the sport and with it being extremely easy to throw a game, why match fixing in sports is insulting to not only you the player but to your opponents and spectators as well, with the others around you being tricked into believing they are watching a fair, wholehearted contest between two players, and also how increasing the rewards for lower ranked players would cause many of these athletes to stop match fixing altogether. If we continue to let match fixing to be such a heavy aspect of how our game is being represented at a professional level the sport that 1.2 billion people love to play and watch may never be respected the same way