Pahree: Life hates me.
I’m not one to complain about my lot in life. For every stretch of tough luck, you get moments like the Wimbledon fifth set, 15-14, when Lady Luck does her most extraordinary work. I try to remember that, and remember that the one thing you can’t grasp in life is luck.
BUT THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.
Tennis Gods, how cruel would it be if Roger didn’t end the year as No 1? There will be tantrums if that happens, there were be communal tantrums.
How many years have we been hearing theories of how Federer brainwashes the tour into submission with his niceness? Early this week, we saw it in action with Nadal and the Spanish Armada – a total of 5 match points, three times Almagro and Robredo served for the match against Rafa, and each time, they failed.
All credit to Nadal for his fight and tenacity, but tenacity had nothing to do with it. This was a hot mess. Actually, it wasn’t even hot.
So it’s Djokovic and Nadal in the Parisien semi, after both of them scored victories over the Sod and Tsonga. Don’t mind me, I’m just going to cry into my comfort blanket now.
Good win for Rafa though, glad he has his first top 10 win since May. I’d be gladder if he wasn’t zeroing in on Poop.
Now where’s Federbear? I’m feeding him to a dog.