Some of us can brush aside adversity and sadness and move on with our lives with fresh hopes and dreams. Let’s hope Roger Federer falls into that camp. Other people (like me) prefer to pour pounds of salt deep into our gaping, bloody, wounds, making our wails and cries of distress that much louder and more fraught with real agony.
So if you’re like me, go ahead and watch this.
(Fed fan discretion is advised)
BUT WAIT, all you Fed Fan masochists! Don’t leave my blog of pain without reading this tear- jerker, translated from the French language portion of Fed’s post-match presser (click here for more, if you’re a real glutton for punishment):
When asked whether it was a consolation that it was a great player like Nadal who had put an end to his 65-match winning streak, Federer’s humour became even darker. “No. Zero consolation. I didn’t learn anything new from today – certainly not about how to play him on grass. This really hurts… Losing Paris for me was nothing, losing here is a disaster.”
That’s all I can take for now. Time to enter self medicating mode! (Unfortunately, I have a cold, so the best I can do is down an extra dose of cough syrup – a pitiful substitution for the Maker’s Mark on the rocks that I’m really craving.)