It’s that weird time in the tournament. There’s both nail-munching suspense and tedious unfinished business – sometimes in the same match. Take Djoky v. Nadal, for instance. Novak was in a hopeless, unmotivated mindset and Nadal was in a must-win situation. It was like watching half an exo, and it left me cold. (Nadal’s insane fist pump in the second set did get my heart racing, though!)
I’m embarrassed – every time I get excited about Gasquet, he goes and lays a big, fat stinker on the court. After this year’s Wimbledon (where he lost fairly nobly to Fed after that brilliant win over Roddick), I thought he’d turned a corner. I’m sick of the “he can beat anyone on any day” and “super talented but mentally weak” labels, but I still can’t shake the feeling that he’s destined for greatness. Gasquet is my tennis enigma. Maybe everyone has to have one – like everyone has a crazy aunt and an annoying coworker.
I don’t mean to short change Ferrer – after dropping that first game today, he didn’t give Gasquet a sliver of a chance. I’ve read that the Spaniard’s been described as “a tennis racquet on legs.” Brilliant. Would anyone really be surprised if he went on to win the whole thing?
Just a random thought – with all these giants (Isner, del Potro, Karlovic) making news on the tour this year, it’s interesting that the 5’9″ Ferrer (not to mention the 5’11” Nalbandian) are the guys who are doing the real damage to the top players. I, for one, enjoy the Davids more than the Goliaths.
Now if only I could take the day off work tomorrow and watch Fed-Roddick live!