Did anyone else need a trowel to scrape their chin off the floor after watching the Nadal-Tsonga match last night? It was 3:00 a.m., Pacific, when I went to bed, and I couldn’t sleep because my heart was still racing.
Credit to Nadal, that he could lose, 2, 3, and 2 yet keep the match exciting. He’s such a warrior that even when he was down a break in the third, I was still waiting for him to come back.
But honestly, I’m glad he didn’t! Jo-Dub was playing ferocious tennis – a style that was both simple and incredible – the stuff of dreams. I’d never imagined Safin’s sweet power game could combine so seamlessly with a Frenchman’s guile and whimsy. And that personality! The guy has a child’s grin and the game face of a heartless killer. Brrrrrrrrr – am I the only one shivering in here?
So what’s killing my buzz? As any Fed fan can understand, I’m not looking forward to my man’s upcoming match against the loathed Djokovic. Yes, it’s true, Nole makes me shudder. I don’t mind that he has a chance against Fed (he has more than a chance), but I hate to think how gleeful Novak will be if he succeeds in swiping the crown off Roger’s head. Please, Rog, you can’t abide any pretenders to your throne!
But then what about Jo-Wilfried, who awaits tonight’s winner in the final? Would any of us really mind attending his coronation?