The Legend Continues…Federer Wins

Well folks, it was the finale we all dreamed of. Two legends, Federer vs Nadal in the Aussie Open Finals. Both in their 30’s, both coming back from injuries…neither one of them having to play Djokovic or Murray on their way to the finale.

Personally, I was hoping for an edge of your seat, nail biter. The kind of match where my human holds her breath, rocks back and forth, clinches her fists, tells me to hold her coffee so she can yell at the TV in between gasps of disbelief. But that’s not what we got today. As you can see from the final score 6-4, 3-6, 6-1, 3-6, 6-3, that is not what this 5 setter was at all. It was more of long periods of lapse of concentration from both players. And just when they are down, say 0-4 in the second set, you can almost hear them tell themselves “What the what? Doesn’t he know who I am? Don’t I know who I AM? I’m Roger Federer for God’s sake!” And then there would be a shift in momentum.

For me, I like to root for the undercat. The one who really has no chance of winning, but wouldn’t it be darn cool if they did. In this match, there was no such player. Ultimately, it came down to a fifth set, Roger getting the best of Rafa. Honestly, I thought Rafa had it, but Federer was relentless and put it away in the end. It came down to a challenge on Rafa’s side, which then led to a very anti-climactic finish. Roger wins #18.

With that, the Australian Open is a wrap. No more waking up in the wee hours of the morning to watch a match on the other side of the globe for my human, which means no early breakfast for me :(….until next year. If this opening of the grand slam season is any indication of what’s to come this year, I am super pumped! Remember, I predicted a Nadal win at the French Open and a Federer win at Wimbledon. Maybe I really do know what I’m talking about. Stay tuned…


No Words…

After the almost 5-hour semifinal match between Rafa Nadal and Grigor Dimitrov today, I have no words and I’m exhausted. The problem with watching a match like this is, deep down inside, you want both of them to win. Rafa because well, he’s Rafa. He’s a legend, he’s a fighter, he’s come back after multiple injuries, and frankly no one, and I mean no one fights harder for every single point than this guy. And then you’ve got Dimitrov who has been slowly plugging away, gaining skill and confidence. Once known as “Baby Fed” is no longer a baby anything. I enjoy watching him play because his emotions are a little more inward and you can almost hear the quiet dialogue he is having with himself to win the next point or to forgive himself for the point he just lost.  And let’s face it, he has become a much more likeable player since he is no longer dating Maria Sharapova.

But in the  end, it was Rafa who pulled it out. His dad knew. While the rest of his box were watching from the edge of their seats, Uncle Tony up on his feet with encouragement, Carlos Moya whispering some coaching nugget into Uncle Tony’s ear, Rafa’s dad was sitting there arms folded, smiles, side glances to his box like “Told ya so. He’s got this.” His dad knew.

One thing is for certain, I didn’t know. I had my doubts after the second set loss. And I’ll admit I had my doubts through the entire match. But isn’t that we watch tennis? Because the tides can shift at any minute. Because anything can cause a shift in momentum. A leg cramp, a bad call, a medical emergency in the crowd. Nothing is ever certain.

One thing is for certain, we have a classic Federer/Nadal match up on Sunday. Nobody, including the two players, could have predicted this. But there they are. Rivals, friends, the best and the best, battling it out for a more more chance to raise the trophy, to add to their already impressive grand slam totals, to continue their legend. I will be up with my human, early Sunday morning, getting my breakfast a little earlier (lucky me) while my human makes the coffee. Regardless of who wins, it is one for the history books. And that is what this sport needs, another great story for the books.

Vintage Tennis in 2017?

Vintage tennis is alive and well at the 2017 Aussie Open. It is exciting, surprising, a bit baffling, but I am totally loving it!

We’ve got Roger, we’ve got Rafa! We’ve got Serena AND Venus!  Holy cow, I can’t even believe it! You would think it’s 10 years ago, 2007! Yeah, Roger was #1, Rafa was #2 back then. And here they are, all in their glorious 30’s, playing with skill, power, speed, desire…heart. You can see it with every point, every set, every victory. It is palpable.

Yes, I know…I got it wrong earlier last week when I said Roger was on his way out. I’m calling that match a slight hiccup now because since then, he has been on point! I do think he will get it handed to him when he plays Stan Wawrinka next. Yep, I predict Stan the Man will win the whole damn thing.

And Rafa! Whaaat? I mean look at the guy. Sometimes my human and I hit pause on the TV and do just that…look–at–him. Ahhh, Rafa! If I didn’t know any better, I would think my human has a slight crush. And he’s so strong and hits his shots with such precision. And just when you hold your breath and doubt every single slice backhand he hits, the slice lands exactly where it’s supposed to and Rafa wins the point. Damn!

Venus! Possibly my favorite women’s player on the tour is killin’ it! She’s got CoCo CoCo Vandeweghe next, and I predict CoCo is going to win that match quickly and precisely. But still, it’s Venus and she is a bad ass!

Serena…yep, I predicted she will win every major this year, so I’m not at all surprised that we see her at the stage.I predict she takes down Konta in three sets.

So sure, let’s step back in time to ten years ago and enjoy this vintage tennis that is the Aussie Open 2017. Wait, hold up. I wasn’t here ten years ago, so that’s no good. I guess I’ll just settle for the here and now, where “the greats” are still GREAT!


Vamos Rafa!…”I am the present”

Raphael Nadal vs. Alexander Zverev! I knew it would be close. As Rafa himself put it in his post match interview…”[Zverev] is the future of this sport. I’m the present.” You got that right! It was a classic “legend versus up n’ comer.” I mean really, Zverev is all of 19 years old, and he did great. He even fought through leg cramps in that fifth set when a lot of players would’ve wimped out. He’s gonna be great, just not today. Not today, Sascha. Not today.

5 sets, 4 hours and 6 minutes. Yes, I spent over four hours of my life watching this match, but hey, I have 9 lives, so why not spend them how I like!

Takeaways from that match:

  1. Never underestimate Rafa’s slice backhand.
  2. Adding Carlos Moya to his coaching staff has done wonders for his confidence (and added a little somethin’ somethin’ to look at while we watch the match.
  3. Never underestimate Rafa, period!! He’s seeded 9th y’all, not 99th. He’s got just as good of chance to win this thing as any of the top 10.

For all of us old school fans out there…VAMOS RAFA!!


GO GO Coco!

Coco. Nah, she’s not a Serena or a Venus, or even Madonna for that matter…recognizable by first name only, YET. But she will be soon. Very soon, my fellow kitties!

Coco Vandeweghe won a fierce three-set, third round match against Eugenie Bouchard last night, and I have to tell you, I really didn’t know if she was going to be able to pull it off. Eugenie Bouchard, the player who made Sheldon Cooper swoon in 2014, couldn’t come up with the goods. First set, Coco was grinning the whole way through. Second set, she kind of lost her way. But the third set, she had to get really fired up, served a boatload full of aces and finally won 7-5!

Unfortunately, the other American that I am watching closely this year, Jack Sock, just couldn’t outlast Tsonga. And I really though he had a shot. If only he would shave off his weird chin strap.  Not today, Sock. Not today.



Reigning in a New Era?

All right, I’ll admit it. I’m still a little stunned by Novak Djokovic‘s loss last night against Denis Istomin (who???). I knew he wouldn’t make it to the finals, but to be taken out in the second round by some practical, no-name…or if he’s been around, I certainly have never heard of him. I just don’t understand. And Roger…he’ll be lucky to make it to week two, the way he is playing. And Rafa…he’s got another good year, maybe.

But maybe it’s time and I just wasn’t prepared. The tides are changing, the winds shifting, the pages are being turned….my pillow has been flipped to the cool side! It’ll be fine. My human and I have survived this before…first when Sampras retired (my human cried buckets), then when Agassi made that eloquent speech at his last match (again with the water works!). So, this is nothing new. But if there is going to be a changing of the guards, please let there be some interesting leaders that I want to follow!

Stan Wawrinka is going to take the lead on this, even though he is part of the old crew. He’s got it. He’s strong, confident, has a good looking coach! Don’t think I don’t notice these things.

Nick Kyrgois…man, the entire tennis community is begging you to get yourself together. Get a coach (maybe Agassi?), surround yourself with a good team (Agassi could recruit Gil Reyes to help?), start fostering your talent instead of blowing it at the big moments. Please!

Alexander Zverev…yep you, young man. I see very good things in your future.

Milos Raonic…you got this! Just relax, dude.

Who else am I missing? Well, it’s time to have our eyes and ears up for the next wave of tennis superstars. I just hope they are as great as The Greats.


Roger’s Future?

Well, it is evident from last night’s match between Roger Federer and Noah Ruben that his days are numbered. I mean, I love him as much as the next cat, but if he plans on making any sort of news-worthy run this year, he is going to have to step up his game.

Sure, he beat the guy almost half his age in three sets. Yay! But that third set though. You could see it is his eye maybe around the “down 4-2” when he was like “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this go to a fourth set. Hell no!” That’s when he started pelting a couple of aces (I don’t know how many, and my human wasn’t counting either). But he managed to get the job done, and he is off to the next round.

I will give Noah some props, though. It was cute when he would make a cool shot against Roger. The look of utter  disbelief on his face…kind of like “Holy cow, I can’t even believe I was able to pull that off!” And then when he was waving his arms up to the crowd after he won one game. “Come on, guys. Give me some of that Roger love.” But is was not meant to be.

Roger plays Tomas Berdych next, and I predict it will go to a fourth set with Roger eventually pulling off the win. But to be honest, I am mostly looking forward to seeing his new coach, Goran Ivanisevic, in the box! I don’t know what happened between 2001 (when he won Wimbledon) and now, but Lord, that man is a real looker! My human will certainly be paying close attention to that match.