My best match ever? Oh fear, they're all so memorable. I suppose if I have to choose one, though, it would be an epic showdown that I actually lost. It was my first year on the team, and I had already won my first five matches without scaring up a sweat. My next opponent was this little zephyr of an air elemental that barely looked like she could lift a racket, much less return one of my serves. I was already planning out my career as a pro; the magazine covers, the fashion shoots, my own signature perfume-all coming on the heels of major tournament victories in Londoom, Scaris and Boo York. I guess, in preparing for my future stardom I didn't do a very good job of listening to my coach who tried to tell me that the ghoul I was about to face was an excellent player with great ability. I le