You and me, could write a rad bromance.
‘Pologies for the general lack of bloggage presence lately. It’s not so much the offseason, as the fact that I’ve been hit with a nasty cold days before Chrissy and IN THE MIDDLE OF FRIGGIN SUMMER. Life ain’t fair, my lovelies. It just ain’t.
That said, the real cause of my feverish state seems to be Roger Federer’s sudden determination to take over the world, ONE FACEBOOK ENTRY AT A TIME. Since yesterday, Federer has updated a whopping 17 entries on his wall.
You know what his wall needs?
A poke function. Oh how I would use that …
BACK ON TOPIC.
The exho. I’ve heard complaint after complaint about how they needed to lighten up, provide us with some entertainment. Why so intense? Why so serious?
I think part of the problem is that the Hit For Haiti type fundraisers changed our expectations about what an exhibition should be like. Remember the Federer v Sampras exhos winter/my summer of 2007-2008? For me, they had the perfect blend of theoretical interest and light hearted banter.
Sure. Off-season exhos are always going to be B-grade, light-hearted stuff, but we’re talking about two of the most professional, revered athletes in this sport, playing in front of their beloved home crowds in two matches organised MONTHS in advance. This isn’t an impromptu show. Neither Federer nor Nadal are remotedly interested in getting their people to pay to watch the two of them giggle and flirt at each other. And honestly, coming to the end of the offseason, I could do with a little serious tennis, even if subconsciously, the result is predetermined to make it “equitable” and keep Australian Open gossip minimal (that is to say, a few eyebrows would be raised about “what it all means” if Federer beats Nadal in both exhos right after the World Tour Finals).
Let’s not go there. It is Christmas after all.
As for the score: Federer stayed true to his word and gave Rafa the first set, 4-6, 6-3, 6-3. But the real winner at the end of the day was Africa.
The event managed to raise around 2.5 million Swuss francs for the Roger Federer Foundation, which makes charitable grant for projects benefitting children in Africa, in particular Ethiopia, Tanzania, South Africa and Zimbabwe.
Much credit to these two guys for cutting short their “Maldives time” to fly across two countries in Europe and raise funds for those in need just before Christmas. They didn’t have to, but they did so out of sheer leadership and good sportsmanship.
Tennis greats. Gracious hosts. Philanthropists. What more can we ask for?
… Except for a Fedal picspam of course.
“I CAN HAZ LICENCE TO KILL?!” asked Wogie.
“You’re already killing me softly with those eyebrows, bitch.”
Going to the airport to pick up his boyfriend, but there was no running-into-each-other’s-embrace-on-the-tarmac moment. Boo hoo.
Showing off his car to Rafa:
“My sponsor – MERCEDES BENZ (you might’ve heard of them) – gave me this Sex Car for Crustmas, I like it even more than all my Batmobiles … oh how’s KIA treatin’ ya these days?”
Showing his boy around town.
Pfffft, that Rafael Nadal is high-maintenance, no?
Time to descend from his GOATLY heavens and play some tennis …
I love these two so much I wish to be SQUISHED IN THE MIDDLE.
One more match tonight, bitches. Then Crustmas. New Years. AND THE RETURN OF TENNIS DOWN-UNDER. I am feeling excited from a Southerly direction already.