Centre Court Heartbreak.

A little unknown fact about me is that I like tennis. I'm not a huge tennis geek and know all the players and all their stats. But I enjoy watching the four Grand Slam Tournaments: The Australian Open, The French Open, The US Open and my favourite being Wimbledon, even with all its rain delays and 8 hour time differences.

I started watching back in 2002-2003 because of a young player named Andy Roddick. Yes, he was a bit rowdy but boy could he serve and he wasn't bad on the eyes either. It also helped that he was dating my favourite Hollywood lady at the time, Mandy Moore, and I always liked when they panned the camera over to her. I remember his first Grand Slam win in straight sets against Juan Carlos Ferrero in the 2003 US Open, the look on his face and how he ran up into the crowd to hug his family, Mandy and his coaching team. I cried I was so happy for him, it was very emotional for any fan of his and to see how it felt for him still gives me shivers when I watch it. I was hoping for that same feeling on Sunday during the Wimbledon finals instead I almost cried because of how heartbroken he looked.

I hate Roger Federer. It's like being a fan of the Montreal Canadiens and hating the Boston Bruins and the Toronto Maple Leafs. If you are a Roddick fan, you just naturally hate Federer. Not because he's a bad guy or anything but because he has beaten Andy almost every single time they have met. Out of the 21 times they have played against each other Roger has beaten Andy 19 times, Andy has only won twice. On Sunday, a lot of doubt was placed on Andy's shoulder simply because of the numbers against him. Oh and well the small thing that if Roger were to win the game he would be the only player in tennis history to win 15 Grand Slam titles. Showoff. But honestly, I'm sick of all the press Roger gets, yes he's a great player, yes he knows what he's doing, but I'm tired of knowing who is going to win. I'd like a little more excitement please.

I woke up at 6am on Sunday to watch the match. I was tired and ended up sleeping for part of the first set. The way Andy was playing, you could tell he was dying to hear his name called as the Champion of Wimbledon. The two men went on to play for four and a half hours, back and forth, back and forth the match was, for the most part, even in score. But I thought that Andy played with more heart and Roger with more dollar signs in his eyes. I was on pins and needles the entire last set, that big huge 16-14 set. When Roger finally won, my heart sank along with a lot of other peoples. There was so much heartbreak in Andy's eyes while he was trying to hold back the tears of disappointment. I just wanted everyone to leave him alone and let him go be with his family and his team. Roger was an ass while being interviewed, now I don't know if it was on purpose or the fact that he doesn't have very good English but he talked about being heartbroken last year that he didn't win and came in second. Kind of a low blow to the person standing behind you, who hasn't won a single Wimbledon title while you have won five previously Roger. Oh, and I love how he came prepared with a brand shiny new white and gold jacket with the number 15 on the back. Well Roger, you can take that 15 and shove it because someone out there will beat your record and then you'll know how Pete Sampras feels now.

I'm not bitter or anything, I swear.

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