I even got a cheerleading dress for you. :(
I went to sleep at 5:30am, got up at 7am. I’ve had 10 hours sleep in the last 72 hours I’ve just about peed all the alcohol and coffee out of my body, which is starting to recognise that the warm and energy it felt 3 hours ago was just a chemical delusion. I’m coming down with a cold, I have no voice thanks to Taylor Swift, and one line on my computer screen looks like two lines to me right now.
So I’ve been better. That’s for sure.
But enough about my physical ailments. He lost – you know that by now. It was a good job by Rafa and a fantastic achievement for him to win 18 Masters. He’s in fine form for the French Open and the favourite for the tournament, for everyone but himself.
That’s all I’ll say on Rafa.
Rafa fans – if you come here to offer your commiseration, merci! Congrats on your guy’s win. If you come here to bait – refer to the post below. I can and I will block your ass from every social media known to man. I promise you that.
Tennis media – bring it bitches. I plan to argue for a living one day and I plan to be good at it, so if you want to be my guinea pig, FEEL FREE.
GOODALL AND KOENIG, DID ROGER NOT SEND YOU A WEDDING INVITATION? ARE YOU FUCKING NOBODIES? YES AND YES? FUCK YOU LOSERS, EXCEPT I DON’T EVEN WANT TO.
Wheww! Sorry, had to get that off my chest.
Alright – the positives!
- It’s MADRID. Tough that he didn’t win, but honestly – for a guy with 16 slams and counting, I doubt he’ll lose any sleep over it.
- My guy is also incredibly dapper, and yes, I’ve gone soft. Federporn this week, but only this week, back to serious business next week.
- Considering Fed’s recent no-shows, he has actually managed to pull a rabbit of out of the hat this week by putting on a good run. I don’t think he’s good enough to win Roland Garros at this stage, but I am feeling better about his game than I was this time last week.
- The number of people who told me this was going to be an ugly beat-down: NUH NUH NUH. Beat-down my tush.
- I expect Fed to lose, most people (apart from the true diehards) did. Expectations were met.
And yet, it was only after my expectations were met that I discovered that somewhere deep down, I had allowed myself to hope. That’s the part that kills with the Fedal rivalry – it makes me disappointed when I have no reason or right to be disappointed in Feddykins.
And disappointment I do feel. Looking at the stats: winner/unforced error ratio 34-33 Federer, 27-27 Nadal. Number of points won: 84 Federer, 85 Nadal.
Those stats say 2 things: 1) Federer played well enough to win. 2) Federer couldn’t even win a set.
If you were an optimist, focus on the former. For the pessimists: the latter speaks to a familiar pattern of playing badly on break points and key points. On a wider scale, it speaks to some mental scarring, which is not something that can be coached or practiced away.
It’s the sort of mental block that makes me want to wrap him a fleece blanket … then punch him … then run my fingers through his hair … then kick him … then give him warm milk with fairy bread and tuck him into bed with a teddy bear … then scream at him for half an hour so he goes to sleep crying.
You get the point.
But none of that is new. And each time in the past, when Federer has lost, he has picked himself up to lose again, and again, and then win. Then lose, and lose. And win.
And his fans have been most resilient, because for every “Australian Open 09” he loses, there’ll be a “Roland Garros 09”, “Wimbledon 09”. The goods outweigh the bads, and if I want to enjoy my guy’s wins, I’ve got to accept his losses too.
And this guy, you know he’s pretty awesome.
Thanks to all who frazzled with me on Twitter yesterday, clearly – we need a livechat for Roland Garros. And merci to Poojay, whose frantic SMS exchanges cracked me up when I re-read them on the train this morning.
Here’s a sample of our crazies – what a partay you missed:
Poojay: OMG LIKE KILL ME I HATE DEUCE ON FED’S SERVE.
Doots: DEUCE IS NOT OUR FRIEND. I DON’T KNOW WHY? WE ARE SUCH NICE PEOPLE YO!
Poojay: NOBODY LIKES DEUCE. EVEN NICE PEOPLE LIKE US NO LIKEY DEUCE. NOT OUR PROBLEMMMM.
Doots: WE ARE ZEN REMEMBER? WHAT’S WITH THE CAPSLOCK?!!
Poojay: WE ARE GOING TO BE THE FIRST TWO PEOPLE IN HISTORY TO DEVELOP SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER ON ACCOUNT OF BEING FEDFANS. WOOOOO.
YUP. Times that by about 50 messages, and you’ll get an idea of what my night was like.
More on the WTA later. I have some politicking to do, provided my head doesn’t explode.