As tennis is my sport of choice, I will get emotional about it; jump, yell, scream, blame losses on players who wear blue potato sack dresses, etc. However, something happened to click last night. It’s something that has never happened before.
I have never claimed neutrality in a Grand Slam final. I have always wanted one or the other to win, even if I did not care for either player. Whether it be by flipping a coin or the old-fashioned way (“eenie, meenie, miney, moe”), I’ve always chosen.
Not this time.
Tomorrow, I’ll watch the final simply because I adore the game of tennis. If this makes me sound like a “bitter Nadal fan,” as some douche on my sister site put it, then so be it. My reasons have nothing to do with him. Besides, one reason is that I don’t particularly know which is the lesser of two evils.
Only a few seem to understand why I prefer each over the other for different reasons. It’s too complicated for some brains. So, I’ll remain neutral, sit back, and hope for some good tennis.