Showing posts with label fallen heroes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fallen heroes. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ok I'm over it


What's this?

"Yesterday...the man from Majorca acknowledged that seeing his friend and rival...break down after their latest final...had tempered his own joy."

"[It] was tough situation, a tough moment for him more than me," Nadal, who was moved to comfort a weeping Federer, said yesterday. "But for me, too. Roger is, we have a relationship and was tough moment for him … too much emotion is there yesterday, no? But probably in the future when we see that moment on the TV it's going to be nice, but when you live that moment, it's tough. Because I can't enjoy 100 per cent the victory because I saw him cry."


Ok, now what's this?

Ha ha ha plop.

That's me laughing my head off at the poor emo-heads at the top of world tennis.

Having at first felt sad for my dear wouldn't-hurt-a-ladybug friend Roger Federer I've quickly developed sporting compassion fatigue.

"I can't enjoy 100 per cent the victory because I saw him cry" - bah! Try reading the newspaper; that'll make you cry! Try getting to sleep when the temperature moves from a scorching 38 degrees during the day to a still and sticky 30 degrees at night! Try wearing a hat on a windy day!

Come on boys, suck it up. At least you've still got your millions of dollars, your sponsorship deals and your fly-around-the-world-playing-a-happy-game-of-racquet-and-ball lifestyle. Doesn't sound too bad to me.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Hang in there big guy

As I went to sleep last night I had this train of thought looping around my head:

"I can't believe Nadal won. My poor Rog, I do hope he's ok. Tough game, man, tough game. And the heat! Pah! Poor Rog. Nadal Naschmal. What is he, like, 14? But Rog, how good was he? I mean, yeah sure, not quite good enough to win, but really, what's winning? Ok so winning was kind of the point, of this and other elimination-based competitions, but can't they change the rules, just for Rog? Huh? For Rog? I can't believe Nadal won. My poor Rog, I do hope he's ok..." and etc.

The very last thing I remember thinking was: "You know, they should so just put a photo of Rog in the paper tomorrow. Forget Nadal, or at most just give him a little photo and Rog a big one."

And they did.