Tennis version of "Slam, Dunk, and Hook":

Overheads, volleys, and serves with Nike's insignia from head to toe.

I outmaneuvered the footwork I thought I had.

Racquet in my hand, nothing feels better

My expressions says it all, nothing but business.  Just like Medusa, look at me and you will turn to stone.

I for once feel in power, watching the ball glide in the air like an eagle and all of a sudden swoop down just out of my opponent's reach

I feel metaphysical when the fans cheered me on.

Beads of sweat dropped onto the unforgiving asphalt after a point in which it seemed like I ran for miles on end

Despite losing this match, I played nonstop, all day, so hard, that the net cord snapped into two

Forehand, backhand, approach shot, volley, overhead, slice.

All of these things make sense to me and are simple like two plus two

Feeling on top of Mt. Olympus, never wanting to come down

I had shots I didn't know were in my bag

After a long day's work, I was short of breath, but more importantly, feeling prepared and motivated to repeat it all again tomorrow.