You know you’ve been watching a lot of tennis when you notice that Paul Henri Mathieu got a haircut. And not an image-changing lop like Roger’s $800 Sally Hershberger do (worth every penny!) or James Blake’s turn from dreadlocks to no locks (good move!), but the kind of trim that an observant co worker might notice on a slow day at the office. And that’s what I’m starting to feel like, watching these guys play week-in/week-out on the European clay: a nosy office mate who’ll gossip about anyone around the water cooler.

Not that I’m complaining.