Literary Irony

Anyone who has heard of the game of tennis has heard of Roger Federer. The great, the almighty, the fruity one handed back-hand, voluptuous haired, Swiss bane of my Rafa-loving existence. Since, much to my entertainment, Fed lost in the quarter finals (again) and is now out of the Wimbledon Tournament, I would like to reflect on why this is great.

1. My obvious Nadal bias means I'm thrilled he won't have to play the "greatest player of all time." Nadal just gives Fed the beatdown, and then Fed cries and everyone feels awkward because he's crying about losing (again). Personally I think its a way to get the attention back on himself and away from the victorious, muscled up, I-play-every-point-like-my-life-depends-on-it-and-look-good-while-doing-it Nadal.



2. We don't have to listen to the French fans yelling "Roe-zsher, Roe-zsher." Ever.

3. Finally, and most importantly, they stopped showing those Rolex and NetJets commercials about how Roger is so great. You know what I mean, the Rolex one where he's in a fancy suit and is playing tennis, and all anyone is thinking is "why would you play tennis in a suit?" and the NetJets one where he's dragging all his really heavy trophies and needs to get a bigger wagon. I saw one of these air since his loss, and it was uncomfortable. I will acknowledge that Fed has a lot of trophies. Good for him, I think he worked really hard for them. But does he really need the endorsement money so much that he as to appear in commercials looking like a posh twat? No. He just likes looking like a posh twat.




*The views expressed in this blog are the writer's own opinion. Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer, Wimbledon or the French are not affiliated with "A Table for One."
**Thanks to Kat Brodmerkle, for this inspiring title.