To make a short and sad story even shorter me and Morten was seeded in the pool of death. As the norwegian saying goes: Our seeding was nothing to jump in the roof for. Another one: Do not cry over played milk.... or whatever. But to quote a famous former norwegian football coach: There is always hope in a hanging snore.... fishing snore. So we did our best and found out very quickly that it just wasn't enough. 8 o'clock saturday morning we played against Ingeborgrud/B�e. 8.05 saturday morning the score was 1-7 and I had a bad feeling this was not my day at all. 8.15 the first set was over We played slightly better in the second set, but unfortunately no miracles happened.
Not many miracles happened in our second match against the not-so-young-anymore-but-still-very-ambisious team Engvik/Kleivenes either. Maybe with the exception of my first serve in the second set which was a well placed ace. Our 1-0 lead didnt last very long, though. We were out of the tournament like a photon out of a quasar.
In the third match against the fast ranking-climbing tr�nders Junge/Tenn�y we had the chance to restore what was left of our honour and self-esteem. We didn't. Not even close, actually. So the rest of the day we enjoyed the sun, Fanta, friendship and the evil joy of shouting insults and slander to the other teams fighting for money and glory. I think Morten had a few beers as well. In the end all teams had lost except the impressive G�ranson brothers.