ZEN Bitchin'

So by this time it’s common knowledge to those who follow tennis that Roger Federrer is this year’s Wimbledon champion, in turn capturing his 15th grandslam title and a page in history for beating Pete Sampras’ record of 14. But before anything else, let me just say that I’m not a big follower of tennis. I just started getting into it when I moved in with my present flat-mate, who’s a huge tennis fan. I have considered learning to play it (as part of my weight-loss program) but laziness and a lack of opportunity have hindered this. Even if I didn’t get to play it, I have become a fladgling follower of the game, thanks to my friends.

the champion

For last night’s final, me and my friends planned to watch the game together but circumstances didn’t allow this and I ended up watching the game alone. When the Fed lost the first set, I changed channels because I feared I might be jinxing him (one of my friend’s apprehension as well). I tried putting on a DVD (Haunting in Connecticut) but I still went back to the game.

And what a nail-biting game it turned out to be. Andy Roddick proved to be quite a pesky competitor (if you’re a Fed fan). He simply refused to back down and go quietly into the night (so to speak). The game was a showcase of epic-sized serves and gut-wrenching returns.

the man

Imagine a final score of 16-14 in the 5th set. Kaloka!

I’d like to say I’m a Fed fan, but I’m not sure yet. Years before I really liked Goran Ivanisevic but this was only because I found him cute. I like Rog because he seems so gentlemanly, in spite of those truant bangs. I also like that he cries after some matches, whether he wins or not. Nadal is an animal, simply put. I like Soderling’s dimples, Del Potro’s hobbit-esque looks, and Haas’ daddy vibe. And who can forget Verdasco’s rugged appeal and Roddick’s red-neck charm?

No wonder I can’t play tennis!

the king?