That's how I used to be with tennis Aaron. Many broken rackets later, I got my outbursts under control. Reminds me of a story:

 

I was golfing with these old guys once. One of the guys was having a terrible day and finally snapped after an awful shot. He shouted numerous curses as he went to throw his club with all his might. The club, instead of going forward, went over his left shoulder and back, directly towards the head of his pal. It was headhunting, this club, as it swooshed through the air. His pal ducked just in time and said, "Damn Earl! You can't even throw a club in the right direction!"

 

That's a true story. I laughed for several minutes, which did nothing to calm Ol' Earl's demeanor. Fun game.