Sentiments aside...reality is what it is.
Just before Roger Federer becomes a wistful memory from the past...like an old love that we wish to recreated in our fantasies...he may give us one last glimmer of hope. But to overcome the reality that he is up against younger competitors that are perhaps as equally talented as he is at playing the "modern game" of tennis he is going to have to have one blinding moment of white light searing into his brain. Cognitively he is going to have to assume control over the situation and understand that when he goes out onto a tennis court that is defined by some very real specific measured boundaries...he cannot afford to give up more than 10% hitting surface on his weapon of choice. Be it a Wilson or a Nike...or anything else for that matter. It is as simple as that...case closed.
In the "modern game" of tennis where once again the eyes of Big Brother are ever creeping into out lives (can you say Hawkeye) and the ball is being slammed about at a zillion miles per hour and landing within micro millimeters from the lines it only stands to reason that every time he steps out onto the tennis court with a piece of equipment that does not measure up to the oppositions...he is handicapping himself. Just the fact that he was "demoing" new alternatives leads me to believe that at least the thought has crossed his mind. Federer is on the brink of becoming obsolete. The fact that he has taken a couple of sets from Djokovic recently is no cause for celebration. But that being said...by playing out the balance of this tournament we are going to get a pretty good idea where exactly he stands in the food chain of professional tennis. This round robin format is bound to give us an interesting perspective.
Speaking of the food chain...there are two big cats that appear to be on top of it. Speaking of course of the grinning "Cheshire Cat" Djokovic and the other one...Nadal. I will not call him a Skunk anymore even though he continues to pluck at his butt on every single point which is so disturbing to me...why can he not stop it? My wife just simply says that "he has an idea". Whatever that means...it is as good of an explanation as any. I hope that someday his dirty laundry gets a thorough airing in public.
Sentiments aside...Djokovic pretty much manhandled Federer. When push came to shove Novak just simply eased it into another gear and pushed down on the accelerator as he calmly looked back at Roger in the rear view. After playing a bit of cat and mouse with the "Old Boy" for a couple of sets and a tie-breaker, he just turned on the afterburners and he was gone...going away at the end. Me too...never saw the handshake of the foregone conclusion. I suspected from the looks of things that it was going to be a matter of Federer having spent everything he had with nothing left in reserve. Djokovic then steps it up a notch and it is good night Irene.
Very impressive stuff from Djokovic as he just turns himself into the human wall that virtually nothing can penetrate. Nothing but a clear winner...and he chases everything down and hits unbelievable shots from positions on the court that the rest of us only play in our dreams. He does it consistently. I remember one point where Roger had a ball that was short in the mid-court and he walloped a forehand crosscourt with topspin into the Djokovic forehand but Novak was there to chase it down and slam it back crosscourt for a clean winner. No muss...no fuss. Roger could not even make a move at the ball. The game is too fast.
When Novak Djokovic decided in the third set that enough was enough...that was it. Enough already...good night Roger Federer. If Roger has any hopes of making one last hurrah...he must trade in Excalibur for something brand spanking new. Why hasn't Nike entered in the foray?
Just before Roger Federer becomes a wistful memory from the past...like an old love that we wish to recreated in our fantasies...he may give us one last glimmer of hope. But to overcome the reality that he is up against younger competitors that are perhaps as equally talented as he is at playing the "modern game" of tennis he is going to have to have one blinding moment of white light searing into his brain. Cognitively he is going to have to assume control over the situation and understand that when he goes out onto a tennis court that is defined by some very real specific measured boundaries...he cannot afford to give up more than 10% hitting surface on his weapon of choice. Be it a Wilson or a Nike...or anything else for that matter. It is as simple as that...case closed.
In the "modern game" of tennis where once again the eyes of Big Brother are ever creeping into out lives (can you say Hawkeye) and the ball is being slammed about at a zillion miles per hour and landing within micro millimeters from the lines it only stands to reason that every time he steps out onto the tennis court with a piece of equipment that does not measure up to the oppositions...he is handicapping himself. Just the fact that he was "demoing" new alternatives leads me to believe that at least the thought has crossed his mind. Federer is on the brink of becoming obsolete. The fact that he has taken a couple of sets from Djokovic recently is no cause for celebration. But that being said...by playing out the balance of this tournament we are going to get a pretty good idea where exactly he stands in the food chain of professional tennis. This round robin format is bound to give us an interesting perspective.
Speaking of the food chain...there are two big cats that appear to be on top of it. Speaking of course of the grinning "Cheshire Cat" Djokovic and the other one...Nadal. I will not call him a Skunk anymore even though he continues to pluck at his butt on every single point which is so disturbing to me...why can he not stop it? My wife just simply says that "he has an idea". Whatever that means...it is as good of an explanation as any. I hope that someday his dirty laundry gets a thorough airing in public.
Sentiments aside...Djokovic pretty much manhandled Federer. When push came to shove Novak just simply eased it into another gear and pushed down on the accelerator as he calmly looked back at Roger in the rear view. After playing a bit of cat and mouse with the "Old Boy" for a couple of sets and a tie-breaker, he just turned on the afterburners and he was gone...going away at the end. Me too...never saw the handshake of the foregone conclusion. I suspected from the looks of things that it was going to be a matter of Federer having spent everything he had with nothing left in reserve. Djokovic then steps it up a notch and it is good night Irene.
Very impressive stuff from Djokovic as he just turns himself into the human wall that virtually nothing can penetrate. Nothing but a clear winner...and he chases everything down and hits unbelievable shots from positions on the court that the rest of us only play in our dreams. He does it consistently. I remember one point where Roger had a ball that was short in the mid-court and he walloped a forehand crosscourt with topspin into the Djokovic forehand but Novak was there to chase it down and slam it back crosscourt for a clean winner. No muss...no fuss. Roger could not even make a move at the ball. The game is too fast.
When Novak Djokovic decided in the third set that enough was enough...that was it. Enough already...good night Roger Federer. If Roger has any hopes of making one last hurrah...he must trade in Excalibur for something brand spanking new. Why hasn't Nike entered in the foray?
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