“Watch the ball!”, “Concentrate!”, “What the hell are you doing out there?”, “Just give up, you’re actually useless”…. just a few of the G-rated sentences (let’s NOT discuss the R-rated ones) I yell at myself when I’m competing in a tennis tournament, heck, even if it’s just a simple practice session. For anyone who knows me well enough, they know how much of a perfectionist/basket case I am when I play. For the average spectator, it’s a humorous scene unfolding. For my poor mother who followed me around from tournament to tournament when I was kid, it was yet another bratty, stress-inducing and embarrassing outburst that resulted from one thing: trying to achieve the unachievable, perfection.