Post-Wimbly Thoughts (by PJ): Closure
So. It has been a week since and I don’t think my thoughts are properly in order. But whilst things are still fresh-ish on my mind, I thought I’ll do the Wimbly wrap up and then we’ll close this and continue with nothing but frivolous Federporn till the next hard-court season. Sounds good, y/y?
I know I did say I’ll write up a post on the women’s side of things, but apologies, I can’t find the heart, really, to write anything really substantial. Still, congratulations to Rere. Vera tried, but when Rere’s on, she’s on. Serena is now easily the most celebrated women’s GS champion. And seeing that she is one of my favourite female players, I’m really happy for her.
Wish I could say the same for my favourite male player.
There hasn’t been a peep from the Federcamp since last week. There were rumours of an MRI on his thigh injury but nothing was really confirmed. Roger himself hasn’t been seen, presumably tucked away in a secret holiday location with Mirka and the twins. Tennis journos – most without the essential human organ called a brain – wrote scathing attacks and twisted his press conference around to create controversy. Dootsiez wrote a great piece on the perspectives of the lame media regarding THAT press conference and the injury debate, and she said it with less expletives than I ever could so I’ll leave it at that.
I guess I want to reflect a bit on what’s sort of been on the wire since then.
1) Roger Federer as world #3. “Numbers don’t matter, look at what he has achieved.” Rationalised my fellow Feddersfan, ever positive. Yes, I agree to an extent. But if I can be honest, numbers do matter. It matters to me, and I bet it matters to Federer. He can’t get used to being world #2, much less to say world #3? If I want to be positive about this, I hope for his ego to kick him in his rear and he’ll come out all guns blazing to at least wrestle for the #2 ranking. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s no way for him to get back to #1 for the rest of the 2010 season. Dystopia much? Pretty much.
2) Rafa Nadal wins 2nd Wimbledon title. And in one of the most boring Wimbly finals since Hewitt’s straight-sets over Nalbandian in 2002. I’m happy for Rafa, his career is back on track after his own season of pain. But stupid haters and naysayers are clouding my joy and my generosity. I want to be genuinely happy because I like Rafa, but I know I’m not. Fuck it, I’ll live with being a sore loser.
3) The King is dead. Dear tennis journos, fuck off, get a life, and move on. Sincerely, PJ.
4) Rafa Nadal is the new King of Wimbledon. Hmm, let’s see. My guy has 6 titles. Rafa has 2 titles. He may qualify for the, I don’t know, Prime Minister of Wimbledon, but the King? Long way to go yet. (On a note, I actually wrote Court Jester of Wimbledon, but I realised that is really mean. My bitterness was not intended towards Rafa, after all. Rather towards the stupid of the tennis media)
5) Rafa Nadal can catch Roger Federer’s number of slams. I’m not saying that it’s not possible. But a lot of it has to depend on Federer himself, the rest of the field, and most importantly, Rafa’s knees. Who, according to its official twitter, is allergic to hard courts. So we shall see. As of now, seeing the current situation, I’m inclined to say if Federer’s Slam record IS to be broken, it wouldn’t be by Rafa Nadal. I stand to eat my words, of course, but still. *shrugs*
6) Roger Federer will never dominate again. True, he probably never will, not to the extent of 2006/2007. But I believe he WILL continue to be at the top of the men’s game. Will he ever get world #1 one back? My response is: why wouldn’t he? He definitely wants it bad enough. We’ll see what happens next year.
7) Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal: Reversal of fortunes. How true. Their 2009/2010 years have been the complete opposite of each other (save for the Masters clay court season). So Rafa’s career was over post AO2010, just as Roger’s career was over post AO2009. Both guys came out and proved everyone wrong. I’m going to wait for Roger to do it all over again.
8) Tennis journos do not have a mind of their own. The number of articles written proclaiming the end of Roger Federer/the rise of Roger Federer/the end of Roger Federer (and insert Rafa in there, too) by the same people over and over again are uncountable. Can’t make up your mind on whether Federer is over or not, huh? If Federer wins US Open (and I firmly believe he can), I’ll be waiting for the swing again. There’s a reason why I do not read tennis news all that much anymore.
On my own mourning, no, I’m not really over it. I remember asking Doots despondently over beer and comfort food post RG:
PJ: When do we get over it?
Doots: We don’t. Have you gotten over Wimbly 2008?
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, hey? But if I can be honest, this is worse than 2008, for me. Because even though he was Slam-less at this point in 2008, he at least made it to the finals of RG/Wimby and he wasn’t world #3. I know he already has a Slam this year, and I shouldn’t be greedy, yadda yadda, but let’s face it, we want him to keep winning. Duh, HE wants to keep on winning.
I believe he will. I truly believe he will come back because he is Roger fucking Federer and he really loves the game too much to give it up. His post conference with its surliness and sarcasm says it all: he still wants it. And he’ll get it.
I was talking to my friend yesterday, and we brought up the story of Serena Williams, her year of funk in 2004, and rinse and repeat in 2006. Struggling with injuries and personal tragedy, she couldn’t perform on court and couldn’t win anything. She plummeted in world rankings and naysayers/ genius tennis journos were predicting the end of the Williams era and the end of Serena Williams. She will never win another Grand Slam again. She is le over.
And of course, we all know that she came back, ranked #81 in the world, and won Australian Open in 2007, and won another five Slams following that, AND got back to world #1.
And you know what? That gives me hope. And we can all keep on hoping.
P.S. There will be Federporn this Friday. Unless Head Bitch says otherwise.