Did you know that Kwame Brown was able to hold Shaquile O' Neil in a game earlier this year? Is it is because Kwame Brown, a dissapointing scrub by any other name in today's NBA, is an incredible example of the improved awesomeness of today's NBA? OR...is it just that Shaquille O' Neil, whilst still dangerous, is CLEARLY on the downswing of his career? Every career has it, it's a pendulum like time, like the scathe of the grim reaper carving out it's niche as he may.
That's how Sampras was when he played Federer that Wimbledon, that's how close Barry Cowan, an absolute nobody, came to beating him just before that match. Sampras was thinking, gee, where I do fall on that pendulum? Where is it in its course? How much higher can it go, how much longer before it falls?
I saw that Federer-Sampras match, and I won't say the Sampras was a shadow of himself because that would be misleading. What I will say is that Sampras by that age was starting to notice the shadow CREEPING up on him. It's called the grim reaper. Sooner or later, we'll all imagine him there; whether he's actually standing there or not is not actually as important as the fact that you're thinking about it. It's what's in our minds that counts, and mentally there is no clearer indication that Sampras had begun to "lose it" by then than what he said after the match.
He said, he saw it coming. He said, he knew that sooner or later, he was going to lose a close match at Wimbledon. He said that sooner or later the ball wouldn't bounce his way. And you know what? It happened. When you think it, you will it. When the leader of the pack, the top dog, sneaks a peak behind him; you know the end is sooner than later. The other dogs, the pack; nothing escapes them. They can sense that fundamental MENTAL weakness that begins to spell the end, it doesn't have to come today; but there is a certain soothing serenity of mind that comes from realizing the end is sooner than later.
In sports, where "that psyche edge" can mean so much; nothing is a more favorable MENTAL matchup than the one where a star closer to the end than the beginning faces the "future star" in a hyped match at a big event with all the world watching. Why? Because the only two times in life, when people really get excited is the day you are born, and the day you die. The moments in between are there as the present, to pass the time. What happens in that moment of truth, however, is when the air grows more still, and the older guy looks over his shoulder and sees a younger version of himself...with wide eyes. It's the grim reaper, and you realize then you've got everything to lose. Meanwhile, the younger guys looks forward, because he's got nowhere else to look. Do you know how that feels? It's nerve-wracking, but glorious. It's the light at the end of the tunnel, it's heaven's gate with the pad lock removed and the gate half-open. Do you dare? You do, you DO. It's like starting a video game at the final stage with the boss who just happens to have a half meter of life left thanks to that Game Pro code...and with no threat of getting knocked down to the beginning without having saved the game? Man, opportunity doesn't come a knocking louder than that.
It's no coincidence. They don't call it, you've got nothing to lose for no reason. It's because the other guy's got everything to lose.
Put it this way: When a star walking down the street stops to think, what is he?
1) You can't be a star if you're one of the pack. Meet your muse; his name is Barry Cowan. 2) He's a sitting duck wearing a gold necklace and diamond earings.
Can you say, BLING-BLING?
Safe to say, Federer was closer to his best that match than Sampras in my opinion. More important than that, I think he was mentally advantaged in that match whereas Sampras was burdened with the anchor of achievement...tough I know, but hey, everyone human has to go through it sometime, shrug.
Btw, Bruguera beat Federer 6-1, 6-1 in by far the sorriest state I've ever seen him in. He was literally just coming off shoulder surgery that was supposed to end his career, and played about as crisply and confidently as a dead fish on a slab. He was an absolute pittance and shadow of say the Bruguera that destroyed Medvedev in the 93 French semis, which looked like someone who was walking on water. So, if Bruguera at his absolute worst can beat Federer at his absolute worst that bad, what does that say about Federer being human or not? It tells me that Federer, just like everyone else, would caution you to make black or white judgements based on...IT WAS JUST ONE MATCH.
Without a doubt, the level of play between this generation and the last is a lot closer than people recognize. Players go up and down, but a top player in the zone from the last generation would STILL be in the zone today. They could play, just as today's top players can play. Don't sell the old guys short just because they're too old and holding their walking stick upright now for an overhead SMASH too protest...right, Mr. McEnroe, lol?