Folks, sorry for the delay. Sure, I’m partly still stunned and practically speechless. But, as you know, I’m never really at a loss for words.
Nor am I trying to buy more time in order to craft, as we speak, an epic post analyzing what was an incredible match between Federer and Djokovic. Of course, much of my analysis, unwritten, will reach into the context, history and discussion surrounding the match. This seemed as much about nerves, tightness, ethos and kairos as it did about the FHs, BHs, serve and ROS.
I’ll publish something thoughtful and meaningful later today. Just other stuff to attend to in this life of mine, even though for me like many of you, this match has taken center-stage in my brain, my tennis imagination, as I often like to say.
Our hearts are involved, as well, naturally. I don’t think it’s only Fedfans who are mourning this brutal loss, some in the fetal position at this point. This had all kinds of dramatic twists and turns. That was a brilliant, stunning, nervy, edgy, catastrophic and triumphant major final.
Remember: as badly as Federer stumbled and seems to have fallen, Djokovic helped write this astonishing chapter of men’s tennis, as well. His rise continues to impress, surrounded by his own struggles and difficulty.
We had this to anticipate at the beginning of yesterday’s gentlemen’s final:
🇨🇭 Roger Federer’s 9th Wimbledon & 21st Grand Slam?
🇷🇸 Novak Djokovic’s 5th Wimbledon & 16th Grand Slam?
We’re left with such an insane and consequential result, magnified by the dramatic competitive (really timeless) play between these two tennis greats.
Later today, I will sit in the quiet of my study, sip something appropriate for the occasion and do my best to put this all into some perspective. Others have been abundant and non-stop in their commentary. Stay-tuned for my addition to the discourse of this historical match that, again, is both shockingly tragic and mesmerizingly ascendant.
Talk soon, thanks for reading (and your patience).