So Maria and Novak are doing all right – but what about the rest of us? I, for one, feel like I’ve survived some serious head trauma. Roger’s defeat was obviously a shock to my system, along with the late night five-setters, the Williams sisters’ flame-outs and Tsonga’s ferocious and unforgettable win over Rafa. This year’s Aussie Open is best described as the FREAKY SLAM – an entertaining, run-away train of bang bang plexicushion tennis that was finally derailed by two merciless young power-hitters who didn’t hesitate in digging their trophies out of the wreckage. I think the crowd Down Under felt the same way – explaining why they treated both Maria and Novak more like villains than the deserving champions that we all should admit that they are.
This year’s surprise finalist – Jo-Wilfried Tsonga – saved the tournament for me (or did he save me from the tournament?) Like a strapping EMT pulling my bruised and broken body out of the rubble, he made me smile through my pain and gave me the courage to face the future as a tennis fan. Here’s hoping that his run to the final was more than a freak accident.