Everybody's Losing!

Yeah, so, Rafael Nadal won French Open. It took me one whole day to blurt it out. Yesterday, when my Tita asked me who won, I walked away innocently as if I’ve heard nothing.

I was quite pleased last weekend, Natalie Portman was on Saturday Night Live and I was looking forward to the French Open men’s finals. Roger Federer was kicking Rafael Nadal’s ass in the first set. Everything was going fabulous, UNTIL, Nadal made a comeback and eventually won the match (6-1, 1-6, 4-6, 6-7). What a way to end my weekend. It’s like the cosmos is sending me a message that the worse is yet to come this week.

It’s win number 60 for Nadal on clay. So what, he’s the king of clay now? God I wanted Federer to win so badly. It’s not that I adore him or something. It’s simply because I dislike Rafael Nadal. Because I’m such a nice person, I thought, since Rafael has never lost a match, seeing him lose on the day of the finals would be such a delight. I was chanting Federer’s name at every deuce, hoping that’d be able to fend-off his ugly backhand errors. His backhand hit has serious problems, I swear. It wasn’t the only problem even. I lost count of the times when he sent the ball flying into the audience. He was committing error after error after error (it shot up to nearly 50, I think). It was like he was showing us 50 ways of how to lose a championship match.

I'm so depressed. And I still can't get over the fact that Martina lost to Kim Clijsters, AGAIN.
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Yesterday I went to Ateneo to watch the V-League. By the time I got there, La Salle was playing against Adamson. My original plan was to see San Sebastian play but I wasn’t able to catch them because their match was before DLSU’s. I knew I was about to see DLSU get the 10th straight win and I knew Adamson’s incompetence against them would piss me off, but I stayed to watch anyway, hoping against hope that they’d beat DLSU. Well, as expected – and to my regret of staying - they lost. They won in the first set but crumbled in the next three sets.