Roger Federer isn’t having it all easy at the hallowed grounds of Wimbledon this year. Consequently it’s making me a nervous wreck because despite the fact that he’s already beyond doubt the greatest player who has ever played the game, I still don’t want to watch him lose his most prized tournament, the one that means the most to him.
His win over Pete Sampras in 2001 signaled the passing of torch of sorts from one super champion to the next. Federer has stepped up to the plate since and turned out to be the greater athlete. He’s not some loose diamonds who only showed scattered brilliance. He broke every record, showed superb artistry in the courts, and remains an exemplary human being outside of them.
As I’m typing this, Roger is having a breeze against Arnaud Clement. I hope it keeps this way for now. At least until up to the U.S. Open this August.
Gosh, that infamous song. They even covered it on Glee, sans the baggy hip hop clothes.
Why is it that it’s so fun to sing awful songs at karaoke parties? I guess one thing is because it takes away the seriousness - you won’t be shy to sing if you’re just playing. That may be true for some, myself included. Also, it can mask the fact that you can’t really carry a tune. Well, even those who got awesome pipes can have fun at karaoke bars. Kelly Clarkson tweeted her followers, out of the blue, to join her and her friends do karaoke in Nashville this week, and this is what transpired:
You can’t even tell that some of those are actual professional singers. They let the fans take over. Looks like fun! Besides, what world-renowed singer does that? It’s so random and very cool. At least those who were actually in the vicinity got to have their fun.
So I was hoping Samantha Stosur will win her first Grand Slam title today. I haven’t really been supporting her in the past, but first she beat Justine Henin, my favorite, then Serena Williams, my least favorite, then Jelena Jankovic, who I really don’t have anything to say about. These are top-quality players so she was expected to lift the trophy.
But it was not to be.
Francesca Schiavone of Italy, ranked 10 spots below Sam Stosur’s ranking of 7, won her first ever Grand Slam title today at Roland Garros. I managed to watch a few points through my intermittent live streaming connection, and I can say that she really deserved the win. Another observation, both she and Sam don’t need apidexin capsules. They’re both so physically fit, and now all their hadwork are paying off.
So congrats to Franny, and congrats to Sam. But Wimbledon is next, and I’m just about ready to cheer for Justine Henin again.
I don’t know many Annie Lennox songs. But when Kelly Clarkson does covers, you’ll be compelled to look up the song. It’s just something she does beautifully. Here’s one from long ago. I’m sure those who’ll watch this will compare her weight then to now. Well, I don’t think she’s someone in the look out for some fat burner supplement.
Here’s the full lyrics:
WHY
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
But when I start to try to tell you
That’s when you have to tell me
Hey… this kind of trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me…
Why
Why
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you’re thinking
And I’ve heard is said too many times
That you’d be better off
Besides…
Why can’t you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let’s go down to the water’s edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me…
Why
Tell me…
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
’cause i don’t think you know how I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
You don’t know what I feel
When this year’s French Open tennis championships started, no one would have predicted that the ladies who will fight to have her name on the champion’s cup would be someone who has never been there, nor have won any other Grand Slam title. But this Saturday, Australian Samantha Stosur and Italian Francesca Schiavone are onto the Rolland Garros finals, and I’m picking Sam Stosur to win this thing.
For one, she beat three former world no. 1s back to back, including the current no. 1 Serena Williams (the others are Justine Henin in the fourth round and Jelena Jankovic in the semis). As Andy Roddick would have put it, the other girls threw everything they’ve got, but Sam prevailed. They might have thrown her their Kohler kitchen sink but Sam’s powerful serves and newfound fitness may have proven to be the winning factor. A possibly bitter Jankovic even said that it felt like she was playing a man (something they always say about Serena, methinks). Anyway, Sam Stosur for the win, s’il vous plait.
