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I thought I was the best tennis player in the state of Colorado. I dominated every single match even against some of the best American tennis players in the world. Also I persevered through my dad bulleting tennis balls at me every day since I was three. But finally on a misty summer morning, August 13, 2007 I got a very important call.

"Yes... sure I'll defiantly do it... OK I will be there in 1 year form now bye. YES! I get to go to the summer Olympics on a first class trip to Honking China.!"

Shhhhhhhhh! "I can't believe I am going to the Olympics." I mumbled to myself. "Are you going to the Olympics too?" A man across the aisle asked. "Yah!" I said with a smile. After about a minute I was in a conundrum, I was thinking what he was doing at the Olympics? So I asked "What sport do you play?" I was bustling that it was not tennis. But I was genial that he said swimming.

Believe it or not the rest of the 18 hours just flew by so fast like a flying eagle. But just because I was talking to that man it only felt like 15 minuets. Once the competition day was there I got pared up with a guy named Chris Smith. And he was very facile I beat him 6-0, 6-0, 6-0 and he started crying I couldn't believe it I haven't seen a grown man cry before.

The second person was named Zack Square and he was just as easy. Then I beat Kyle Blarty, Nick Willy, and Patrick Martin. But after that it came to the finals and I was against Roger Fedier and my heart just stopped but I knew this was no time to die America was counting on me.

After the first two sets Roger beat me 6-2 on both sets! I couldn't believe it, my coach looked disappointed so I clinched my teeth and got my game face on. So then the next 2 sets went very well I won 6-4 and 6-3. But the last set I was ahead 6-5 and the game was ad-in me. I knew I only had to win 1 more point so I served an ace and Roger was no where near the ball he didn't even nick it. After I won the ref gave me tennis balls to sign and hit into the crowd so I did. Next, I ran to my parents and gave them a big hug then I glanced over at my coach but he had really changed from that second set instead I saw him cheering, jumping, and even dancing like he had won the tennis Olympics.

Days after I beat Roger in that nail biter it came to the award ceremony. Once it started the announcer emphasized on people and in a normal voice said if they came in 15th, 14th, 13th... and so on. Then, it came to 3rd place the announcer emphasized Patrick Martin, said he got 3rd place, and then gave him a bronze. After that he did the same thing for Roger Only gave him a silver. In a little while it was my turn, some guy gave me a gold metal, and everyone cheered, cheered and cheered.

On the plain ride back I saw the guy I talked with last time I showed him my gold and he showed me his silver. Then he said that Michealle Pheleps beat him by .001 of a second. But then I looked at him and said "that happened to me with Roger. but even though you got silver you still should be very proud of your self.