‘Twas a sod sod day for my sodden heart.
You guys are the sweetest things ever. Over 130 emails, blog contacts and twitter messages in 48 hours. Having lost my phone the previous week, when I finally reconnected myself and turn on my new phone, it almost exploded from the angst.
Some were sweet messages of condolences and commiserations, ‘… well it had to end some day. Hope you’re okay.” Others exuded rage, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BITCH?!” And after the initial 24 hours, they all started to sound like Dootsie eulogies: “wherever you are, I hope you’re resting in peace.”
All that aside, I missed you all too. *hugs*
So here’s a low-down of what happened between my cyber-death and wordpress-resurrection….
Fed v Sod, Set 2
Fed v Sod, Set 3
Fed v Sod, Set 4
Doots v Ferd, Post-match
Doots and Poojay, Post-match
Doots, post-Roland Garros final
When “it” happened, Wertheim tweeted “a moment of silence for the greatest streak in tennis history”.
So I took a moment, and that moment stretched into an hour, a day, then two, and eventually a whole week had gone by and I felt no urge to speak. Compared to the media obituaries, gleeful haterades and frenzied fan angst going around the interwebs in the last 7 days, silence felt more preferable. In any case, it certainly spoke louder.
On the match …
What can I say? The stats tell part of the story:
- First serve: 64%/64% Fed/Sod
- Points won on first serve: 74%/73% Fed/Sod
- Receiving points won: 33%/34% Fed/Sod
- Aces: 12/14 Fed/Sod
- Winners/UEs: Fed – 40/27, Sod – 49/40
- Total points: 121/124 Fed/Sod
The story they tell is one of a player redlining his game for 3 sets against a top dog. And when that happens, what can you say but “too good”?
On the whole, I didn’t think Roger played a bad match. He came out in God-mode and was untouchable for most of the first set. Inevitably (and somewhat as expected), he had a dip in the second set.
What killed him, apart from Sod redlining and hitting the snot out of the ball, was his indecisiveness. After Soderling had gotten himself into the match in the second set, Fed had 2 options:
- He could keep playing risk-managed tennis and wait for Soderling to start missing, because 9 times out of 10, playing kamikaze tennis against Federer in a best of 5 set match, the opponent will start missing.
- He could try to outrally Soderling, which required more aggression, more attack, and more of a “by-my-own-sword-bitch” attitude.
In the end, Fed chose neither and seemed torn between the two strategies all match. When Soderling raised him in the second set, Fed couldn’t find it in him to match, and this (along with the aversion to break point conversion) lost him the semis streak and No 1 spot. While for Soderling, his run to the final deserved a hearty “too good mate”, for the Fed, it was a case of “good, but not good enough”.
This picture is for illustrative purposes only. In case you didn’t know what Federer looked like.
(Shut up bitch)
So that’s the ‘rational’ part of this post.
The irrational part of this post is that IT. FRIGGIN. SUCKS. And I swear to God the next person to come up to me and tell me to be “zen” about it, IMMA TAKE THIS BLEEPIN’ ZEN AND SHOVE IT DOWN THEIR BLEEPIN’ THROAT.
Yes, I know: putting things “in perspective”, Roger Federer has 16 slams, 23 semifinals in a row and a resume defined by records. The man doesn’t just break records, he friggin invents them, so anything he does from now on is just gravy. I know that.
Golly, if I’ve achieved as much as Roger Federer in my own career, I would just retire and walk around pantless everyday asking people if they’ve seen my balls. I wouldn’t drag my 10 month old twin mangos around the world?! I wouldn’t hit the practice courts every day?! I wouldn’t bother with the daily grind of professional tennis?! I would do nothing all day and just be … yer know – pantless. ‘Cause I can.
That’s “putting things in perspective”. And one day, when Fed retires, I’ll have the rest of my life to put things in perspective and rejoice in all that he’s achieved and the journey we travelled on, as player and fan.
But right now? I still want more.
A lot of friends came up to me after “it” happened with free coffee and words of comfort. The most common sentiment expressed was “geez, he won 23 in a row, how many more did you want him to win?”
One more. Add just one more semi to the streak. Win just one more match, one more slam … and one more after that, and after that? Just one more.
Always just that one more.