Mary Carillo’s Badminton Rant
I can’t parse this. At all. I’m totally baffled, so I”ll share it with you here. Just watch it all the way through.
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So this will be fascinating for all of you named “My Dad”… and also, it might be insufferably over-the-top, so sorry in advance…
I have been playing a lot of tennis lately with my buddy Kevin. It’s become one of my favorite things to do and I’ve been having an awesome time. This is the most regularly I have played in over 10 years… and it’s great.
When I was younger, I wanted to be a professional tennis player. I trained from the age of 5 until the moment I officially quit playing competitively at age 15. Looking back on it, it’s weird to me how focused I was on achieving that goal. Despite the fact that I fell far short, it is probably (and unfortunately) the most dedicated and driven I have ever been about any career aspiration I have had… and I was basically a child when I decided to do it.
The sport has an incredible place in my life. I don’t know if I could ever really relay the profound effect tennis has had on me as a person. Suffice it to say, looking back on my childhood, there are very few memories that don’t include tennis. The memories of me being ecstatic after winning a tournament or inconsolable after losing a match are far more vivid than hanging out with friends or going on family vacations. There are some matches I played that I will never forget. I can even remember specific points — a backhand winner, a bad line call, a stupid unforced error on an easy volley — and I still smile or cringe when I think of them.
Even now, as a beyond-dedicated spectator, watching tennis has the ability to bring me insane happiness, completely thrill me, and reduce me to tears — more so than any film or play or song. Not that it’s better but for some reason, it just means more to me. Sometimes, the Tennis Channel replays old matches — most of them I’ve seen — and I still watch them the way I would a favorite TV episode or a favorite movie.
I guess I like looking back on it now because it almost seems like a different person on a completely different path. I love where I am now and the things I am doing, it’s just funny how far removed from it I feel.
I remember watching the 2008 Wimbledon Final: when Rafa Nadal defeated Roger Federer. On Championship Point, I fell to me knees with joy. For some reason, it was one of the most inspiring things I have ever seen and it made me fall in love with the game all over again. So much so that I went back home to Maryland, called up my childhood coach, and took a lesson. Later that Summer, for the hell of it, I entered in a USTA Adult Tournament. It had been 9 years since I played my last tournament and it was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. Showing up, registering, seeing the other players — it was weird not to have my Dad there with me. The tournament was also held the same weekend as the Del Close Marathon in which I was performing. I remember after getting destroyed in my second round match (I shockingly won my first round!) I hopped on the subway and immediately went to go perform. It was this bizarre fusion of my childhood and adult life that pleasantly surprised me.
While thinking about all of this, I started google-ing old opponents and I found this website that is sort of a database of USTA tournaments, past and present. Surprisingly, my name was in the database, as well as my record from 1998. (This was pretty much my final year of competition — right around the time when I was ready to quit and hadn’t been playing too much. The site doesn’t have any records prior to that year — which were my good years.) The image above is a screenshot of the draw of one of the last tournaments I played as a kid. I lost in the second round to Bryan Del Monte 7-6, 7-6. I could have won that match but I missed two straight overheads at 5-all in the first set tie-breaker and I couldn’t make a forehand to save my life during the breaker in the second set. And if you look at this half of the draw, I would have had a shot at making it to at least the semis. Devastating. (I did however make it to the semis of the consolation draw.)
Anyway, I am posting this because I am happy this exists. The fact there is some record (albeit super small) of my time spent playing as a junior just makes me feel good — like it’s a little online-tattoo of my childhood. And best of all, I liked finding it today, the four-year anniversary of my first improv class at UCB — the thing I love to do the most as an adult.