They call it the Happy Slam–the Australian Open, that is. And Roger Federer won it with his happy feet…an incredible amount of ballet-like footwork that moves him around the court and sets up shots straight out of the tennis textbook.
He’s not perfect; no one is. But he’s nearly perfect. Near enough to get through the Aussie Open without dropping a single set.
I used to be the one rooting for the underdog. Not any more. It’s entertaining and inspiring to watch Roger bring tennis to a new level, and that’s what I want to see.
I’m not really a stuffed animal person either, but I did get a Feder-Bear.
On to the French Open…a title still eluding the wonderful Rog (who grew up on clay!).
West Coast Grrlie Blather 