When the blue USTA courts in Flushing Meadows were being dried Monday morning, I am sure the officials were a little concerned if the breezy morning would end up wet, thus spoiling the crowd from getting into the Arthur Ashe stadium. But the crowd got in alright that evening and was truly mesmerized by one man – The Master of this amazing game called tennis – in the last 30 years or so.
I have been fanatical about my tennis heroes, as long as I have followed the game – the first time I was so passionate about a player, it was for Boris Becker – the white ‘eye-browed’ Aryan from Germany. I may have been infatuated by his unconventional style of sheer athleticism and on-court boyish antics. And when he conquered the strawberry-cream eating British fans’ hearts, he was just 17. There have been many other players that I have followed over the years, liked and wanted to win. Connors, Edberg, Wilander, Sampras, Agassi after the comeback, Pat Cash for the first few years, etc. on the men’s side. But after Becker, I feel the same fanaticism for the Master now. While on the women’s side, Steffi Graf has been my only passionate tennis queen – although Chris Evert, Seles after her comeback, Sanchez, Sharapova, Early Venus Williams, etc. have ignited my dreams of being out there and following the games & championship tournaments.
So, when Andy Murray’s girl friend, Kim Sears (pretty good looking I should say), took seats with his mom and his whole entourage (funnily his favorite TV show is Entourage), they would not have expected the “Roasted” feast that the Master would serve to their man. What a match it was !! Should I say, what an one-sided match it was! I was actually beginning to get a little concerned when the Master started fumbling on his forehand shots a little bit towards the end of the second set and again during the middle of the third set (after getting a 4-0 lead). I was worried because those were moments where flashes of his more humanly game in 2008 kept flickering in front my eyes and those were moments when the aura of invincibility that once haloed the man, looked punctured. But in the end, he won in a very human way – by throwing so many unforced errors, not the same kind of aces that he had in the semis and doing less serve&volleys than he would have liked to. I was relieved that he got his No. 13 and sure he is not going to stop there.
Watched “Traitor” over the weekend. As much as I liked the movie, it gave me a very Dejavu feel – seems like movies in this genre are the “in thing”..Of course, movies are reflection of our times and sure enough middle east setting, Islamic terrorism, Spy, CIA, etc..are all very Dejavu. But overall, full marks to Don and Guy..Amazing job! Don Cheadle has come a long way and he can pull off different shades of characters rather comfortably.