It is so fun to see Richard Gasquet play well. He is the only male tennis player on tour right now who reminds me of Roger Federer (I say male because Justine is the other player who reminds me of Rog.) Watching Gasquet helps me to see the future of tennis beyond worship of the present-day World No. 1. I can actually picture myself looking forward to watching him and Djokovic, Murray and Nadal (if his knees survive) playing each other without the promise of Roger waiting to finish one of them off.
But can I root for him? Unlike Roger, who is as likable as a St. Bernard with his tail wagging, Richard is prickly. I’m not going to say it’s because he’s French – players like Mauresmo, Monfils and Santoro have sparkling on-court personalites. I think it’s that prodigy label he’s lugging around like a bag of dog doodie until he wins a Slam – all we can talk about for now is his wasted potential. I hope that he, like Roger, is a “late” bloomer – all he needs is one or two more big-time victories and he’ll be on top of the world.
Question: Is Djokovic still the same full-of-it punk that Roger dumped on at this year’s Aussie Open? The guy has sass, but his losses are uninspired.
The Ferrer-Nadal match wasn’t too shabby, either. What supreme athletes – these two make boxers, triathletes and those guys who cross country ski and shoot guns in the Olympics look like wimps. It’s both exhilarating and exhausting to watch them work so hard.
Speaking of prodigies – can wunder-not-so-kind Nadal turn things around? Could we really have a Masters Cup event without Roger or Rafa making it to the semis? It just wouldn’t be right if these two didn’t meet at some point in the year end championships. Come on guys, let’s get back to dominating!
How funny was the story about Ferrer leaving tennis for a week to work as a construction worker? I think Ferrer could definitely pull off the hard hat and orange vest look. It just goes to show how tenuous our destinies really are – all it takes is one hot headed decision and everything can change. What if David had stepped on a nail, been laid up for a month and decided to leave the game for good? It makes me scared to leave my house – who knows what life-altering missteps may lurk in my future?