Now I, like many people, enjoy when sports are unpredictable. I often root for underdogs. I am not pleased that Sam Bradford has busted his shoulder, but the resultant shake-up does not bother me. I love it when Notre Dame loses to Navy. I jumped around a lot when the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. And I wouldn’t cry if Xerez beat every team in La Liga.
Follow-through would be nice. Robin Soderling beat Rafael Nadal in the French Open and then blew up so spectacularly in the final that I had to drink a bottle of champagne in three sets rather than five–that is to say, in an hour and a half at nine ack emma.
Mr. Soderling has now beaten Mr. Nadal again, at the ATP Tour Finals in London. I know what you’re saying–if Mr. Nadal did not win, he did not deserve to. You are correct. I do not demand that everyone lie down and die so that Mr. Nadal may waltz through every tournament in straight sets.
I do demand that people who beat him go on to play well for the remainder of their matches, because what I mostly root for is tennis. And on that score we may still be all right, as this tournament is a round robin and Mr. Nadal still has the chance to beat Nikolay Davydenko and Novak Djokovic (please, please, please). But if I have to watch Roger Federer (or anyone else) hand Robin Soderling his own head on a platter one more time, I’m going to be furious.
Everyone looks super cute, though: