I can Forgive a Male Player for Crying after losing, or after a painful injury; but I can't stomach or endure a male player crying/sobbing for 3 minutes in Cathartic Relief/in front of cameras & crowd after Winning. Women typically cry when overcome with Joy, it's an Estrogen Thing or maybe it's their electrical wiring. Crying is a sign of vulnerability, effort to mollify an attacker, passivity, self-pity. I've never been comfortable with Andy Murray's choice of a female Coach in his evolution. I recall he played horribly under her tutelage. That was before he connected with Ivan Lendl. Murray has also been an active Feminist which is incongruous with Dominant male tennis star. Why he'd even be interested in Feminism is a mystery as inscrutable as the Sphinx. In my opinion Andy Murray should be fined $10K for a maudlin display unbecoming a male athlete. "What's Hecuba to him, or he to (Hecuba), That He should weep for her" Hamlet....I inferred that his Crying means he didn't expect to win, it was a surprise. If he didn't expect to win; then he shouldn't be playing. His verbal abuse of his box during match was a projection of his own failures, and lack of confidence. Andy Murray's has serious emotional issues, that exploded incoherently after match which was hard to watch. Traditional Male Heroes exude confidence, strength, stoicism, dignity, and emotional balance. Men are Not Capricious, but Constant. What's Next; an Andy Murray Crying Doll that sheds tears when he wins. Who will buy it; Feminists?
What do you love to do?
Maybe you like to play tennis. Maybe you don't. Anyway, imagine you do.
Imagine for a moment you live and breathe tennis. You want to be the greatest tennis player there ever was. You make it to the highest levels and walk among giants.
Then, all of a sudden, your hip breaks. You can't play tennis anymore. Your entire livelihood is destroyed.
You decide to undergo surgery. Of course, it costs you immense discomfort and pain for days.
You are dying to get back there, because you want nothing more than the sweet kiss of Wimbledon gold. So you try to get up and practice.
But your hip starts hurting again. All the hope and excitement you had of being back on the practice court just crashes into despair. Your trainer tells you to go back to resting.
After a few days, you are feeling better. The excitement is back. And so is Wimbledon. You rush out to the practice courts. This time you get through the old training drills without feeling any pain in your hip.
You decide to play Wimbledon. You travel to SW19. You can scarcely believe your surroundings. The thrill has returned. The mere thought of the Wimbledon trophy in your hands is irresistible.
One day, in practice....your hip gives in.
You are back to square one.
The wind is knocked straight out of you. You just went from enjoying one of the greatest moments in your life, to suffering one of the worst. In less than an hour.
You return home. Not a single match within your grasp.
It's been a year since you've played a single match. The thrill of victory has become a painfully distant memory.
In your desperation, you enter a small tourney you've hardly ever played.
You're drawn against someone you have no idea how to play.
You arrive on court. The feeling alone is the most wonderful in the world. But there is still work to be done.
You battle. You have your back against the wall. You are nearly on the verge of losing.
But you fight on. You find a way out. And suddenly, the match is over.
Victory.
You thought it was just a painful memory. But the thrill is all too real.
You doubted this moment would ever happened.
You practiced tirelessly, underwent painful surgeries, went through a rollercoaster of highs and lows enough to drive a weaker mind insane.
For this moment.
Now. Answer me honestly.
Would you get emotional at this moment? And would I be a complete douch3bag for calling you "not enough of a man" and your emotions as "shameful"?
If you answered no to either question, you are, most definitely, lying to yourself.
Andy Murray is more of a man than most men will ever be. Every time he steps on court, he fights with every fibre of his being, for every point. He never gives up, no matter the obstacles. Even when he has been written off by every tennis pundit and TTW armchair analyst. And that makes him a man. Not just a man, an idol, that we can all look up to as an example of true courage and persistence.
