The Rookies

I have no idea why this exists or why Roger Federer would be chanting. I just know it’s mesmerizing.

HT: Michael J. Lewis.

Smiling? Immodest.

Columnisting, which is defined by me as “the moronic convention of sports writers being force to shoehorn an angle and some opinion into a set word length,” is increasingly turning into a race to the most inoffensive conveyance of suburban smarm.

Rick Reilly’s so good at it that he’s almost shark-like: If he smells something even slightly deviant from the country club’s sensibilities, he snaps it up.

If this persists, we’re going to need a bigger blog.

Sore winners

These folks have won a lot. You’d think they’d be better at it.

The writing jokes write themselves! Read the rest of this entry →

Okay, so it’s not what anyone thought they’d be seeing to end this tournament. Rather than watching Rafael Nadal waste the smoldering Roger Federer one more time, we instead get a (sigh) Cinderella story – the gawky Swede Robin Söderling. One is the second best tennis player in the world; the other beat the best to get here. Both are looking for firsts; Federer for his first Roland Garros win to complete his career grand slam and do something Pete Sampras never did, Söderling for his first tournament that has been seen by human eyes (and not the cold and calculating TennisBots that have become rampant in the sport). Let’s do this!

Song to Get You Pumped for Tennis:

Marnie Stern – “Transformer”

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3oxU9-zeiA&hl=en&fs=1&]

Read the rest of this entry →