Another year, another Roger Federer win. Tennis has become quite ho-hum. As I predicted, Roger Federer is once again king of the world, swiftly and soundly defeating the new-comer Rafael Nadal.
While Rafael Nadal walked into the nightmare that was the ATP World Tour Finals, Roger Federer sipped a creamy espresso, asking his assistant, “What do I need to do today?” “Swiftly and soundly defeat some new-comer, Raphael,” he answered. “Whatever,” Roger replied, drifting away to a place so wonderful that neither you nor I shall ever known about it.
It came as no surprise to me that Roger Federer won the ATP WTF (World Tour Finals, silly!). Things come easily to the God of tennis, controlling the game like a puppeteer performing a show. His domination is akin to Michael Jordan – beating competitors by absolutely pounding them with embarrassment, exploiting their naiveté and making super sick gear. Granted (and for the sake of transparency) I like Michael Jordan’s sneakers far more than I like Roger Federer’s. There’s absolutely no competition. Seriously. Jordan V’s against Federer’s Lunar Vapors? Get outta here!
I guess you could say that I’m back on that bandwagon, but don’t call me some Yankee-hater-turned-Yankee-lover-come-pennant-time. I’ve been a tried and true Fed fan since day one and I’m glad to see that he’s finally decided to give half a care about tennis (that’s all it takes for him) and has decided to retake the crown. Never will you see me doubt Roger again – but remember, it takes a true fan to recognize faults in the character of your hero.
So get real and see what’s up. Rog
But seriously, see?