So, I'm still trying to decide how I feel about the bawling Roger Federer after he lost the five-set final at the Australian Open to a surprisingly effective Rafa Nadal. (Nadal really has Federer's number, and he always has had. He would have been more threatened by Andy Murray, I think.) But, I digress, and I want to stick to the subject:
The song goes, "I love winners when they cry, losers when they try ~"
So, what about losers when they cry?
Tennis is about leaving it all on the court. Show us you'll bleed, because the rewards are certainly worth the blood, sweat and tears. And maybe the tears are the blood of the spirit.
If so, Roger Federer needs a transfusion about now. He wept for three minutes, according to the folks running the clock. (And in tennis you put the clock on EVERYTHING.
) And he was still sobbing when he finally left the court.
Now, I love the thought of a man choking back tears. And I love hurt/comfort fanfic, if done well. And I love to imagine a tennis player in the locker room, inconsolable (like Nadal after the 2007 Wimbledon final, where he should have won but just didn't believe). But do I really want to watch one of the world's great champions bawling because he lost?
I think what got to Roger was the support of the crowd, and the presence of the great (Laver, I guess). And he definitely showed us how much he wanted this one.
But yeesh. I come from the generation who adored Jackie Kennedy because she sucked it up during JFK's funeral, who actually practiced
doing the same. I absolutely DESPISE
ever showing my emotion in public, and I trained for years not to cry in the boss's office.
I'm just slightly skeeved by Roger's display.
So, instead of crowing about Rafa's win, I'm offering the Great Big Box of Kleenex trophy to Mr. Federer. This is an awards ceremony for the record books.