When I first heard of Roger Federer, he already had two Grand Slam titles, and I was sort of hoping that with every additional championship he won, he would legally add another "-er" suffix to his last name. At this point in history he would have added 11 consecutive "ers", as he defeated Rafael Nadal this morning in a classic 5-set Wimbledon final.
There's something sweetly satisfying about waking up in the Eastern time zone on a Sunday morning to witness world class competition on TV, especially since it's one of the rare times schmucks like myself pay close attention to tennis. Federer and Nadal — who always seem to find each other in Grand Slam matches, like Dundee and Sue in the heartfelt crowded subway scene in "Crocodile Dundee" — alternated sets, before Federer ultimately triumphed 7-6, 4-6, 7-6, 2-6, 6-2. This is Federer's fifth straight Wimbledon title, which means he's approaching a dynasty only rivaled by the San Diego Sockers.
I don't know how Nadal does it, just standing there after the loss with his consolation cheese-and-crackers plate, without going Shooter McGavin on the crowd and trying to escape the court with the championship trophy. Probably because the fire exits aren't lined with clay.
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