This is borderline painful, I am right this minute in front of my computer and watching the Men's final, Wimbledon 2007, I have the television on mute as I can no longer bear it, at times like this, I do long for the days when I didn't care for sports at all, when I cared very little if at all, and when I simply would read, go out, and just... not care.
But alas, the world's greatest theatre caught me in my stride, it gives me such joy and despair, how I want Federer to win, and how this is turning into something so difficult to watch!! I know that people deem him boring, as he is constantly winning on grass, year by year by year, but what a joy it is, and indeed what honour, to be alive at the same time when someone that immensely talented is going for the record, going for history? My passion comes into sports very late, only in 2000s did I start to pay some kind of attention to sports, and once I did, and I heard, and saw them, the beautiful men and women out there, competing for something that is, very often, useless, pray tell me, when is jumping as far as you can be useful to your daily, practical life, apart from when you were trying to leap from one rock to the next to get across a stream?
But they captivated me, oh how they captivated me!! And now, the 2 gladiators are out there fighting, and the strange thing is, I do love Rafa Nadal, if there hadn't been Federer, I would have been cheering for him since there is now no British interest in the final, but Federer got there first and caught everyone's attention. And now I feel sick from simply, wanting him to win so badly that my hands are shaking as I type this, as if I were the one out there toughing it out!!
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