Monday Musings: More than the fireworks can give.
1. Only saw the last 2 games of Nadal v Nalbandian, so I don’t feel qualified to comment on this, except to say that it was a good effort by Nalby just coming back from a hip surgery.
I’d say it with more gusto, except I’ve been saying “good effort” about Daveed Nalbandian for his entire career, and at this stage of things, I’ve grown tired of his quick-combusting fireworks leaving me wanting, hoping, lamenting for more.
2. 2010. The year of “falling out of love” with Caroline Wozniacki.
It’s hard not to warm to an upcoming player striking the ball with so much heart and playing the game with mind-boggling resilience and craft. But when you’re No 2 in the world, and – excuse the clichés – “has no major weapon”, or more precisely – no “money shot”, the tide of public affection turns on you, fast.
Caroline Wozniacki’s game is everything opposite of her looks. To put it mildly. Had Kiri been able to capitalise on a few more breakpoints, she could’ve walked away with a win today. But that’s the essence of Woz’s game – force the opponent to surrender, take the opportunities that come your way. Carpe diem.
As hard as it is to love her game, it’s equally difficult not to admire her Hewitt-like and maturity beyond her years.
3. After the Indian Wells madness, normalcy has returned to the WTA. For now anyway.
Mama Clijsters was the Kimpossible once more, as she gave Shahar Peer a royal whupping, 60 61. She sets up a mouth-watering clash against Vika next, who also had no dramas against giant-killer-turned-Baby-Spice Safarova (64 62).
This dress, however, looks like it’s been ripped straight out of an Anta catalogue.
Janky and Stosur will face off for the second time in two weeks, as Stosur advanced past Razzano in 3 sets and Lady JJ scored her fifth consecutive win over Elena Vesnina, 76(3) 63.
As for Justine, despite the continuation of her serving woes, Domi Cibulkova proved no match, it wasn’t as close as it looked, and it didn’t look close – 64 64.
Oh, Jizzy’s out. Le sad. I’d do a sad face, but my colon broke.