Those of you who remember all my rants in general need not be reminded that I dislike one Roger Federer. But, then again, who can keep track of all the indignities of life which I chronicle with such fervor.
And so, let me remind you why Mr. Federer is not my favorite. His relentless precision and robotic smile seem designed to remind one that the Swiss, normally folksy and congenial people - inhabiting their cute miniature “Small World” peaks with goats and coo-coo clocks - had no problem with the crazy little German with the odd moustache who made the trains run on time.
(wow.. I really do love that last sentence. It runs on a little, but it is a piece of work, isn’t it?)
Anyway, Federer’s every move seems designed to show us that we peons are but mere mortals, unable to obtain perfection. Federer is effortless and can beautiful to watch. But he is also joyless and undemonstrative in a cold calculating way that leaves one the opinion he could just as well be hammering this out alone. He doesn’t invite viewers to revel with him- in fact I get the impressions he would prefer we weren’t there, but he has to put up with the viewers in order to get paid.
However, for the moment let’s put all that aside.
Look at him as he strides onto Centre Court as defending champion. He may look goofy to you, but the outfit is homage to the history of Tennis at the All England Racket Club.
And so, let me remind you why Mr. Federer is not my favorite. His relentless precision and robotic smile seem designed to remind one that the Swiss, normally folksy and congenial people - inhabiting their cute miniature “Small World” peaks with goats and coo-coo clocks - had no problem with the crazy little German with the odd moustache who made the trains run on time.
(wow.. I really do love that last sentence. It runs on a little, but it is a piece of work, isn’t it?)
Anyway, Federer’s every move seems designed to show us that we peons are but mere mortals, unable to obtain perfection. Federer is effortless and can beautiful to watch. But he is also joyless and undemonstrative in a cold calculating way that leaves one the opinion he could just as well be hammering this out alone. He doesn’t invite viewers to revel with him- in fact I get the impressions he would prefer we weren’t there, but he has to put up with the viewers in order to get paid.
However, for the moment let’s put all that aside.
Look at him as he strides onto Centre Court as defending champion. He may look goofy to you, but the outfit is homage to the history of Tennis at the All England Racket Club.
He may be robotic, but he is classy. Good job.