It has been a decade since a U.S.-Open Men’s Finals match went to five sets. Delpo just beat Federer in the fourth-set tiebreaker. The tall man is making Federer Federer. Very exciting…
My father, my brother, and I attended St. Albans School during some formative years of our lives. The school opened 100 years ago this fall.
I was pretty miserable at the time, but I thank God for my years at St. Albans.
I had more homework at St. Albans than I ever had in college or graduate school. The boys at the National Cathedral school were mean to each other, cruel. The cross-country coach made us run until we threw up.
But I came to understand four crucial things while I was a St.-Albans boy:
1. Being a gentleman is always its own reward.
2. The Church is as inevitable as the sun and/or moon.
3. Liberal Protestantism could not account for the truth of #1 and #2, so the discerning man looked to the Pope for clear teaching.
4. If you can write a clear sentence, you can make an impact in this world.
I wouldn’t be who I am without these precepts firmly entrenched in my mind. Therefore, I feel it is my duty to pray to God: “Vouchsafe thy blessing, we beseech Thee, O Lord, upon the School and upon all other works undertaken in thy fear and for thy glory,” as the St. Albans school prayer has it.
Serena was penalized justly (and later fined). But let’s not judge anyone. In the heat of the moment, we can say things we regret.
The story does have a moral: If you are an athlete, never mouth-off at officials.
Leave it to somone else to complain. Let the fans boo. Let your coach console you later.
I remember losing a high-school basketball game that we should have won. After the game, the coach was not mad at us.
I was amazed. He loved to yell at us. He usually told us we should use rubber-bands and peanut shells for jockstraps. But this time he said, “You guys got a lot of bad calls.”
Never occurred to me during the game.
Why second guess officials? If you overcome bad officiating and win anyway, you are a hero. If you lose gracefully in the face of bad officiating, you are noble. But any player who yells at a referee looks like a spoiled child.
It is rather annoying to have to contend with the fact that ESPN radio and the sports bars of the world do not consider tennis to be a real sport. I managed with some finagling to catch a lot of the US Open championship matches anyway. (This evening I was handed the remote to manipulate myself by my scattered waitress. It did give me a feeling of power, but then I couldn’t get the dagblame thing to work. The manager had to step in. She promptly assured me that there was no tennis on CBS, only the evening news. ‘It’s not on my list.’ ‘Please try it anyway,’ I begged. She graciously indulged me.)
It was fun to see Murray knock off the pretty boy yesterday (the hearthrob Raffy). Then the lovely Serena took care of the lovely Jankovic. And today the prettier boy made quick work of his historic second fifth-in-a-row Grand Slam title. It would have been nice to see Nadal and Federer square off again, but I am happy that Roger is the champ. Tennis is such a nice escape from even thinking about the Redskins.