RG2011 Men’s Final Thoughts (by PJ): Acceptance
I know, I know. This is more than a week late, and may seem largely irrelevant at this point to blog about IT. But I have my reasons though…first, work was kicking my ass. Interviews were kicking my ass.
And the pain of Roger losing was also sort of kicking my ass.
So I thought I’d wait for a time when I was slightly more coherent to write something slightly more intelligent and comprehensive than SLGKDLKFJSKDJKDJFKSDFJ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYYYYYY!?!??!?!
Anyway, after literally scrubbing my apartment from the top to the bottom for the last three hours, I somewhat felt like 20% of my angst has been scrubbed away, hence I think I’m ready to close my guest bloggage on this French Open.
Before anything else though: Congratulations, Rafa Nadal, for your sixth French Open!
And now that’s done with…
Urm, where to begin? The could haves? The should haves? The would haves? Do I really want to go there? I do want to try and be somewhat rational, so here goes.
The general consensus: Roger could have, and should have won that first set. Ironically, the drop shot that won him French Open two years ago was the bane of his existence two years later. Even so, one would say he still should have served out the set. But does that mean he could have won the title, if he took the first set? I don’t know, but here’s the thing I have a bit of trouble (understatement of the century) coming to terms with: we’ll never find out.
I told myself I have no expectations going to this French Open. I was happy when he reached the quarterfinals, and happier still when he reached the semis. I was EASTATICALLY EASTATIC when he beat Djokovic. There was some serious celebration going on there that involved me not sleeping, and running a lot, and then eating a lot. And then I told myself “no expectations” for the final – cos, come on. It was Rafa freaking Nadal.
But yes. I can repeat the mantra of “no expectations” about a trillion zillion times, but when he got to the final…well. As a fan, I want to see him win. All the time. There’s no such thing as “it’s boring to see Federer winning all the time”. I am going to be quite happy with him winning all the time, thank you very much. But then, there’s accepting the fact that that is, of course, impossible for him to be winning everything. I wanted him to beat Rafa on his turf. I honestly wanted that SO BADLY, but somethings are not meant to be…for now (because I believe he’ll beat Rafa at French one day, even if I am aware that this may be the patriotism in me as a citizen of Delusion Land speaking).
At the end of the day, reflecting upon the final, I don’t really want to dwell on the ‘if onlies’, though. I’m going to have to be okay with never finding out what could have been if that first set had flipped around. Because I couldn’t even begin to imagine the tremendous pressure Roger must be under when he was ahead in that first set. It certainly couldn’t have been easy to keep his wits together after missing those few chances. I can sit here and talk about the could haves and should haves but talk’s easy. I’m not the one on the court. I’m not the one facing a person that has pretty much been crushing a lot of my dreams.
And you know what? I’m certain that he gave it his all, and more, even with that unfortunate hiccup in the first set. Because that’s Roger Federer. He never ever gives up. That speaks volumes about him as a person, not just as a tennis player. That’s why I love him. That’s why I’m permanently installed in his pants. Win or lose, I’ll still be in those pants. I’ve stuck with him for this long, I’ll definitely be sticking around for longer still.
A wise woman said to me, “it is what it is” and that’s the truth.
Overall, Roger played a fantastic tournament, that is undisputed, I would say. We’ve seen some major TMF moments from him. We’ve seen him cut through draw like hot butter, silently and lethally. He took down The One Who Cannot be Taken Down, and even though he didn’t pass that final hurdle – I’m really proud of him. For someone whom everyone else has written off as “old”, “irrelevant”, “on his way out”, “over” – I think it’s safe to say Roger shoved all those sentiments down those people’s throats and made them choke on it, for good measure. Seeing the way he played for this French Open – it gives me a lot to look forward to for Wimbledon.
We’re back on his lawn, y’all. And he still wants it. REALLY wants it. And we can be sure that he will stop at nothing, and pull out all stops, at kicking those few unwanted arses OFF his lawn.
P.S. apologies if it’s still not very coherent…I tried.
P.P.S A HUGE THANK YOU to Dootsie, for letting me sit on the Mighty Picket Fence and filled it with my incoherent ramblings for the French Open period. I thoroughly enjoyed writing incoherently. 🙂 ❤