It’s that time of the year…
It’s deep into Autumn in the lesser half of the globe we call “the Northern Hemisphere”. In the poetry world, they call it the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”. In the tennis world, it’s the “season of injuries and missing top seeds”. Although Dootsie generally knows this time of the year as “the season of David Nalbandian’s awakening”.
Oh yeah, that guy. There’ll be no awakening this year.
I experienced a random but intense jolt of longing for Nalbandian today, it happens. So I scoured cyberspace for his news and unfortunately found myself being propelled head first back to the land of denial when confronted with a few hundred articles on how “it took another Argentine to bring down Roger Federer at the US Open”.
Once I got myself to stop doing things to a pillow that should never be done to a human being, I did scroll through the sources of my angst to get a rough picture of what David’s been doing in the last 5 months, apart from absofuckinglutely nothing:
Nalbandian travelled to Barcelona last month to train under the supervision of Dr Ruiz-Cotorro. Since then, he has been working mainly on clay, and planning his transition to the hard courts with precaution.
No talk of retirement, which comes as a relief. Nalbandian claims he’ll play for as long as he wants to. And right now, the desire is still there.
David is currently down for the Sydney Medibank International in January next year, but before then, he’s due to play a few exhibitions in South America (Copa San Juan Minero – December 12/13, and Copa Argentina December 17/20).
Meanwhile, glad to see that Bandy’s been using his time-off to get all fuzzy, dimply and smiley on us.
Nalbandian with dimples.
Everywhere I turn, normalcy is being shattered.