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Spectra Vondergeist's Ghoul Sports notebook
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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
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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 learned soon enough, though, as she beat me in straight sets 6-1,6-2,6-0. When we met at the net to shake hands she told me, "You're a good player, I was really worried about facing you so I practiced extra hard for this match." It was a hard lesson to learn, but it taught me to never underestimate any opponent and to practice like my dreams depended on it.