The Old Man Rolls

He did it again. Roger Federer beat a high quality opponent in a high quality game at the business end of a tournament. He’s 35, right? I believe his opponent was 21. And, he sweated. People say he doesn’t sweat. Well, he did tonight. It is Miami. Recently, he’s been winning games the gritty, scrappy, hard way. No more Mr. Perfect? I prefer to think of him as not understood. He’s always been gritty and scrappy; it’s that his high level of play hasn’t put him in positions which showcase grit. So now he’s gritty, scrappy, and perfect? Does it get better than that?

Yes! it! does!

Sunday, Roger plays Rafa for the second time this year! What?! No one saw that coming.

A never-public-till-now dream of mine has been to be a sports journalist. Why, you ask? Only in sports journalism can you be so, shall we say, ridiculous. It’s the whole lack of restraint thing. I! love! it! Only in sports journalism can you be so over-the-top yet, it’s ok, it’s even appropriate. It’s what I call: swashbuckling journalism.

But back to reality: Sunday, the legends play. I will be there. Will you?

Brief Overview: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/tennis/2017/03/31/roger-federer-vs-nick-kyrgios-miami-open-semi-final-live-score/

My Man Fed

Tennis players peak at the age of 25. But Roger Federer, at age 35, just won the Australian Open. He beat his biggest rival on the biggest stage with the *GOAT in question and in one of the most difficult ways: a 5-set match against a man who’s in his head (psychological demons, if you will), directly after an injury hiatus of 6 months, and had to beat 4 top-10 players along the way which hasn’t been done in 35 years.

It was a beautiful thing. And this article summarizes it much better.

Congrats Fed. You’re an inspiration.

*GOAT = Greatest Of All Time