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Part of article: Federer and Me
Grieving and desperately on the lookout for a rebound to fill the void, I found Federer. Here was this tennis player who seemed to glide, skip and float across courts, a supreme aesthete who could craft points of such physics-defying elegance and beauty that, as the canonical text of Federer fandom by David Foster Wallace so eloquently described it, one’s “jaw drops and eyes protrude and sounds are made that bring spouses in from other rooms to see if you’re OK”.
The ecstasy of this experience was only intensified by the sheer physical presence of his great nemesis, Rafael Nadal, who seemed to be the anti-Federer: all power and brute strength, no style and most definitely no poetry.
And for the most part, Federer didn’t disappoint. The wins flowed from his racket as fluently as that great liquid whip of a forehand, even as his stranglehold at the top was increasingly challenged by Nadal and Novak Djokovic.
Then he lost at Wimbledon, the Mecca of tennis and his favourite, to Nadal in a match that is a contender for the greatest ever, and I mourned with him, deeply. All of us fans believe our grief is somehow more authentic than that of the others who profess to share our devotion, and I am no exception. Inevitably, Federer slowed down, age and talented competition catching up with him and after a miserable 2013, his seemed to be that saddest of stories, of a once-great career in terminal decline. The gloom of his impending failure cast a pall over everything I did, and I wished he would retire while a modicum of dignity still remained.
But another Federer moment was in store. Somehow flouting the rules of time and biology, he reversed the slide and started competing for majors again. At 34, Federer is playing his 38th grand slam semifinal, still unveiling new shots and improving his game. It is a late-career surge sculpted with the same intricate artistry he deploys on court. Time seems to have forgotten him, and his unexpected renaissance has taken his fans to an unknown, strange place. His days of imperial dominance behind him, he can still be counted on to win titles, if not majors. What does this glorious epilogue mean for a fan accustomed to invincibility?
It means that even though it hurts to see him beaten, there is an exhilaration in just seeing him play, unleashing a few of those regal backhands and clever drop shots. It means that nerves apart, you celebrate any opportunity to see him use his preternatural talent to dismiss opponents, even if he is more prone to losing now. It means disregarding a sporting culture obsessed with preserving legacies and going out on top. It means, finally, fandom as a purely joyous experience, devoid of the toxic sense of entitlement that can leech enjoyment from the simple act of watching genius at work.
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All of you.
I feel sad for you who haven't yet been touched by the grace. May your heart open and let the truth in: the Golden Eagle will forever glide above the cawing crows.
Darth Federer will rise again. Unbe18vers will feel the piercing anguish of the Golden Eagle's basalt encrusted talons rip their empty souls to shreds!
I believe in sir Rogi. I believe in the Golden Eagle.
I believe that #88 will be bestowed upon him, upon us.
I believe that he will find within himself the fortitude to subjugate the bull.
The 8/8 Boy from Basel to celebrate #88 the right way!
Should my faith in sir Rogi waver, the BOTE would restore it to its full and necessary strength.
No bull shall sit in the Golden Eagle's eyrie.
Basel's colors are like Barcelona? I didn't know.
Roger did well yesterday. Congratulations to him and to his non-annoying posters.
No, FC Barcelona's kit is like FC Basel's old kit. FC Basel was founded six years before FC Barcelona in 1893. Their newer kit is half red, half blue (no stripes) with black shorts.
Ah, I see. Thank you for the tidbit, I would have never known! At first I thought Fed was a Barca (not Basel) fan.
F.C. Basel and Barcelona were founded by the same man, a Swiss mr. Joan Gamper
I just read the guy's biography on Wikipedia, it's an amazing story!
IIRC, the colors of both Basel and Barça clubs come from the flag of Ticino, a Swiss canton...
The bio was great until death by suicide at age 52. What happened???
Gamper could go back to Barcelona (after having been expelled by Franco's administration) but wasn't allowed any contact with his sports club. The club was all his life: he fell into a depression and committed suicide five years later. 1929's Crack didn't help...
Among other sports, he played tennis
1929's Crack? Man, Sureshs is older than I thought!
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