The Power of a Small Win
Sometimes the smallest victories are the ones that shape us the most.
Wimbledon started this week, and it has me thinking about my competitive tennis playing days.
In fairness, I was never a great player, but I was good. And more than that, it’s the only place I’ve ever felt normal. Even though I’m a big guy, I’ve always had good instincts on the court, so I could anticipate where my opponents’ shots would land almost before they hit them. I felt like I belonged when I played tennis.
In 1984, I was a freshman in college and I had a dream of making the tennis team. I worked hard the preceding summer and I was probably in the best shape I’d ever been in. Unfortunately, the team had a slew of guys who were better than me and I was never ranked higher than number 12 (the top 8 traveled and played in meets).
After the initial rankings were set, we had an opportunity to move up on a weekly basis. We could play the guy ranked just ahead of us, and if we beat him, we moved up. And of course, we had to play the guy ranked one below us if he wanted to play, and we dropped one spot if we lost.
In the middle of all this competition, the school had an intramural tennis tournament. My memory fails me a bit here, but this tournament was either closed to the top eight guys on the tennis team or it was held during a tennis meet. I just remember that it included a bunch of guys who weren’t in the top eight. Sort of a “best of the rest” tournament.
I got a bye in the first round, and I won my match in the second round. I think I won by forfeit in the third round, and that put me in the final against a guy ranked higher than me on the team. He had a killer serve and solid ground strokes. Couple those facts with a lightning-fast playing surface, and I had little shot at winning.
Early on, I tried to out-slug him from the baseline, which was a mistake because I never had the best ground strokes. I was always more of a serve and volley player (before that style died). But this guy’s ground strokes were so good that he was able to get the ball by me at the net nearly every time I did serve and volley. So, I did the only thing I could do, and that was to become a counter-puncher. I was always good at putting top-spin and under-spin on the ball, and I began to do both, which threw him off his game.
He started to make a lot of errors and got frustrated. I did more of the same and won the first set in a tie-break. I knew that I couldn’t win in any other fashion, so I decided to stay patient and play the same way in the second set. I glanced up at the walking track above the courts (we played inside) after the first set and saw he had a small contingency that came to root him on. I don’t think I even told anybody I was in the final of a tournament, so I was flying solo.
As the second set opened, a song played over the gym’s sound system: Hello by Lionel Richie. I loved that song because it reminded me of a girl I was interested in at the time. Sometimes that’s all the inspiration a guy needs to overcome the odds. But I think I drew even more inspiration from something else. If I could win the tournament, no matter how small or inconsequential it might be, I would feel like I belonged somewhere—a feeling I didn’t often experience early in my life because I was so shy.
I went on to win the second set 6–4 or 7–5 (I can’t remember which), and that gave me the tournament—the only tournament I ever won. All I got was a shirt, and I have no idea where it is today, but here’s a picture of me wearing it.
The guy I beat in the final got his revenge the following week—rather handily, and he passed me on the team’s depth chart. He was flat better than me, and I was never able to climb any higher in the team rankings after that, but I’ll always have that one tournament win.
It means so much to me that I’m telling you about it 40 years later. Not as a way to brag (because let’s face it, it was just an intramural tournament and I only had to win two matches to get the championship t-shirt), but as a way to remind myself—and maybe you—that sometimes the smallest victories are the ones that shape us the most.
It’s easy to dismiss those moments because they seem insignificant compared to the grand stages of life. But it’s in those moments that we find belonging, purpose, and a sense of self that can carry us through the bigger challenges.
Here are some tidbits you might find interesting this week:
“When you are in good health, any form of religion may satisfy, but a dying soul wants more than sand to rest upon. You will want the Rock of Ages.” -Spurgeon
A bookstore inside a cinema. Whoa!
This treehouse in Norway makes me want to book a trip.
Speaking of traveling, the U. S. is building The Great American Rail-Trail. It’s a bike trail that will connect the east and west coast.
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” -C. S. Lewis
When Lee isn’t writing essays, devotional books, or Christian fiction, he is a freelance editor, as well as a freelance journalist who has written hundreds of articles for various newspapers and magazines. He’s also a fan of NASCAR, baseball, tennis, books, movies and coffee shops.
I was a lousy tennis player do you beat me! Love the book store in a cinema. Do they only play adaptations?