Megan Moulton-Levy

WTA participant

First let’s do a little recap. After the WTA at Stanford I went to Vancouver to play a 75K. I lost first round of singles–it was a tough three set match. I came up just short again, but at least I was not running from anything. I was in the matches, I was dealing with my nerves and trying to find ways to not let them take over. I put my foot down and said enough is enough. I know that these mental challenges that I am working through are not just going to be fixed over night. Just like working on a serve or a forehand they take months and years to get better. Anyway long story short I am doing all that I can so now I just have to sit back and wait until it all comes together.

Doubles to me is a different story! In Vancouver I played with Christina Fusano and we got to the semifinals. Our first match was against a hard hitting Anna Tatishvili (who I used practice with at Everts when she was the tiniest thing) and a crafty Jorgelina Cravero. I thought we were in some serious trouble, however, our two up doubles skills were too much for them to handle.

In the quarters we played Mashona Washington and Yi Chen–that was the same team that Mallory and I crunched in Boston. I walked into that match thinking we would win for sure, but I knew it would not be as easy as it was in Boston. I had another thing coming. Mashona had a look in her eyes like “you did it once and I am not going to let you do it again.” The match came down to a third set breaker 11-9 in our favor. There is no way for me to convey to you on paper

what happened in that match. It was a battle. There were grunts and screams thrown around the court; it was intense. I walked off the court feeling shocked and spent.

I think we left all of our juice in the quarterfinal match because we were off the next day. We played Madison Brengle and Lilia Osterloh. They played well but Christina and I were off and there was really no helping that so we lost 6-2 6-2.

There were two weeks in between Vancouver and the qualies of the Open. It was time to get ready for NYC. I hurt my ankle in Standford–I slipped in the shower…who does that?– so that was a great opportunity to get it checked out. Courtney’s mom called and got me an appointment the day after she called. Of course she had to tell the doctor that I am a professional tennis player and I needed to be seen right away because I needed to know what was wrong before I played the Open. Wait did I say I was playing the Open? Who was I kidding? I was 12 out of the quailes of the Open at that time. He did not need to know that :). I usually don’t like to tell people what I do, however, I have decided I might start using that card more often. I got to sign the MRI machine and got the CD of my MRI within minutes. I really enjoyed the star treatment. It stinks that the star treatment did not help my foot at all. I ended up being diagnosed with a bone bruise that I have to nurse back to recovery.

I went to NYC the Sunday before qualies started to get settled in. I stayed with my Aunt Shirley and my sister Natalie so it was great to have family time. On Tuesday morning Kevin and I took the train into Flushing, walked around to the President’s gate, and walked into the player services office to sign in. This was something that I was all too familiar with doing from last year. In fact when I walked into the office they all greeted me because they remembered

me from last year. I walked to the desk to look at the list to sign in only to see that I was eight out! A feeling of disbelief, embarrassment and sadness came over my body. How was it that last year when I went to sign in I was one out and ranked 500 in the world and this year at 240 everyone comes to sign in and I was 8 out. Kevin was so disappointed that he just went back to the city immediately. He did not want to be there. I stayed waited for my aunt and some

of my old William and Mary friends to come and ended up spending the day there with them.

At that point even though I had one more day to sign in it was clear to me that I was not going to get into singles. Now all I had was doubles. Mallory Cecil and I asked for a WC. At first I thought there is no way that we are going to get it. Mallory was already getting a WC in the main of singles and mixed doubles. And I have never gotten a WC from the USTA into any major events. Then I looked at the list of people who were asking for the WC and started to feel

like we had a chance. There were people on the list that we had beaten as a team, some that we had lost to. If you looked at the list from purely a tennis stand point in my opinion we should have been one of the 7 WCs.

I was also invited to the US Open player party. I have never been invited to that so I thought it meant something special. Natasha, Shirley and I all looked at the email invitation and saw that it was sent to 2009 Maindraw Players Only. Here I am thinking that the decision had been made, and we for sure must have gotten the WC. The USTA was finally going to give me my chance.

Early Saturday morning I got a text from Mallory saying we should know sometime on Saturday. Turns out that only 4 of the 7 WC’s were named on that day and of course we weren’t one of them. We had to wait until Sunday. Saturday felt like the longest day of my life. Sunday at 12:30 I got a text from Mal saying that we were first alternates on the WC list. I can’t even tell you what it felt like when I got that text message. I was on the verge of tears the whole day. I couldn’t help but think why me? Why do I never get the opportunity to play, to represent our country in the biggest tournament that we have? Why don’t I get a chance? I had worked so hard all year for this tournament. It had been my goal for the past 12 months…

Anyway I got over feeling sorry for myself really quickly. I can’t expect anyone to hand anything to me, and I certainly cannot blame anyone for the fact that I didn’t get to play in the Open. It is up to me to create my own destiny. If I want to play in the Open then I am going to have to make it happen for myself.

Like I said last year, being there and not getting to play add fuel to my fire. I saw some of the doubles that was played at the Open and I know I am just as good if not better than what I saw. Being there and not being given anything just made me want it even more.

On Friday I leave to play a WTA in Quebec and I am going to put my heart and soul into it. One because I am feeling inspired and ready to prove something to myself, but more importantly because this might be the last tournament I play for a while because of my foot. So I am not going down without a fight. Wish me luck!

Until next time…

Who is Megan Moulton-Levy?

I started playing tennis at age three because my oldest sister was playing and I wanted to be just like her. Who knew that I would still be chasing fuzzy yellow balls around at the age of 23! My 20 years on the tennis court have not been spent in the traditional talent grooming way. I started playing serious competitive tennis when I was about 9 years old.

Two years after that, I was sent to Switzerland to attend boarding school for five years. I was sent with a private tennis coach so that I could maintain my skills while in Switzerland. While there tennis was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to have fun!

When I was sixteen I decided that I wasn’t taking tennis seriously enough and moved to Boca Raton Florida. For the next two years I trained at Chris Evert Tennis Academy. In that two year span I played three out of the four Junior Grand Slams. At that point in my life I didn’t believe that turning pro was the right thing for me to do. As you may suspect, I like to take the path less traveled and in that vain I decided it was best for me to go to college.

Once again following my oldest sister’s footsteps, in 2003 I began a wonderful 5 year journey at her alma mater, the beautiful College of William and Mary. There I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Sociology and achieved academic and athletic excellence that I didn’t think was possible.

Turning pro is the final step and the last hurdle to jump and conquer.