Trust your summer has been going well for you. I am sure you know by now that Nadal has won the French Open…again. I am glad he did. This Slavic guy, in my view, was never that good. He just got lucky in winning the other three big tournaments.
My dad just sent me this awesome email. Obviously, I disagree with my dad’s view that Djokovic got lucky winning the “other three big tournaments,” if the implication is that he won all those Slams last year just because Nadal was having a bad day those times they played, or Djokovic all of a sudden made shots he usually didn’t make (he did, and did so with frightening regularity throughout most of last season).
But still, (a) I hadn’t known my dad likes Nadal (he knows Nadal’s my favorite player, however), and (b) I love that my dad references Djokovic as “this Slavic guy.” I wonder if he was thinking about Djokovic and his family’s smug histrionics when he wrote this. I have very little taste for them myself.
It makes you wonder, though, that if aforesaid histrionics have Slavic influences, then shouldn’t we not fault Djokovic for not being charmingly collected like Federer or respectfully ebullient like Nadal in going through his usual celebratory motions? I myself have resisted disliking Djokovic for this reason, since he is otherwise a quite likable guy.
Oh, and one cool revelation from this email: by coming out as a Rafa supporter, this makes it my dad, myself, and my mom a perfect three out of three people in my family who have an interest in tennis who have independently become members of Rafa’s fanbase. How do I know this? My dad and my mom divorced in 1999, and my mom yesterday evening texted me saying that she hopes Nadal wins.
Wow—whence this convergence? Maybe it’s our sinistrality?