
Melbourne, Just before midnight, Sunday January 27, 2008.
Life without god continues on. A new Australian Open Champion kisses the hardcourt with a humility that defied his earlier chest-pumping and blood curdling screams of agitation. It is NOLE, the antigod.
Was it easy, you wonder? Painless? Working your whole life for one goal and possibly having that dream derailed by one mishit, one unforced error at an inopportune moment - how can that be easy? How can that be painless? Let's be real here. No, it was not easy, nor will it ever be.
A 4th set tiebreak came to a premature end as crowd favorite Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, until that very moment enjoying his new role as ATP vigilante (keeping higher ranked players in line), ripped a forehand wide. Much to the chagrin of the many members of his bandwagon, those like me who were thrilled with his athletic brand of tennis, and his abundantly flowing river of moxy, this one ended without a dramatic 5th set. It wasn't to be.
Nole aka the Joker Jokovic has won his first major championship, also the first ever for a male Serbian, 4-6, 6-4, 6-3, 7-6 (2). The distance between the two players was thin, but Djokovic's return game was clearly superior to Tsonga's, which made it tough for the Frenchman to take the pressure off himself. Tsonga was only able to manage 2 breaks on 4 opportunities, even while Nole's 1st service percentage was uncharacteristically low at 56%.
And so, Tsonga aka giant killer, who was obviously nervous and erratic at times but clearly brilliant in a top ten sort of way at others, was unable to maintain the pressure on Djokovic during the times when the momentum seemed to be turning his way. Credit the Serb for a strong mental game, his effort in the final sets was unrelenting, almost as if he knew that if he let Tsonga up off the canvas, he may never be able to knock him down again. It takes wisdom to recognize such things, and when you work your ass off and take your lumps like Djokovic has, you gain that wisdom. Kudos to him, and to his cute little family (pictured above).
Now that the smoke has cleared, one has to wonder what comes next.
Will god resurrect himself and resume control of the universe? Will Tsonga's loss devastate him or will his improbable run boost his confidence, thus catapulting him to a future greatness that some now believe he is destined to achieve?
And what about Nole, today's hero? Will his steady rise to the top continue and eventually propel him to # 1?
And what about those who were shredded along the way? Those weary souls who lacked the firepower to deter their enemies assaults? Will the dirty red clay of Roland Garros provide relief? Only time will tell...
LAST MAN STANDING

CLAY IN MAY?





































