I was frantically checking the Weather Channel app on my phone all day long Sunday, because rain was in the forecast. Thankfully, the rains never came, though my god, it was humid, from the first step outside my apartment, to the crowded 7 train to the stadium, to my seats and finally on the way home. I hereby apologize to anyone who ended up downwind of me. Humidity is NOT my friend.
Yet again, Djokovic's opponent was no match for him. Joao Sousa, from Portugal, is a perfectly pleasant player, but was WAY out of his league. He didn't win a game at all in the first set, and was on his way to getting bageled again in the second set, when he finally held serve, after a lot of deuce points. I'll try to attach a video below of the crowd reaction when he finally held serve. In my opinion, the crowd's support for Sousa ticked Djokovic off and he got rather ostentatious with his celebrations, which was stupid, since he was winning so handily. Of course, I just don't enjoy Djokovic, so perhaps I'm just projecting. :)
I was really looking forward to the second match featuring Li Na, from China, vs Jelena Jankovic from Serbia. I've enjoyed watching both ladies on tv over the years, but had never seen either of them play a live match. My mom and I had seen them both briefly in practice, but I was eager to see them in match play. Li Na came out on fire. She was hitting winners left and right, and Jankovic found it hard to even get points! Though, suddenly, as is her wont, Li Na suddenly started missing and had her serve broken. But she quickly righted the ship and won the match pretty easily, 3 and love. But there were some terrific rallies and some very clean hitting from both ladies throughout. Even though the match was pretty quick and one-sided, it was still enjoyable to watch. And Li Na is always a charming interview post-match.
The weather turned out to be spectacular, so it was a lovely night to sit outside and watch tennis. Thankfully, the obnoxious kid fell asleep at some point, so I could enjoy my tennis in peace, though there were some drunks in the audience who felt compelled to make remarks during the service tosses of the ladies. The umpire had to tell people to shut up several times and at one point, she turned around and pointed at people. Hopefully, security went and took care of them. I'll never understand why people need to shout during a serve. Before, after, fine. But during? Rude.
So ends my live viewing of the US Open for this year. Someday, I hope to have enough money to actually buy a ticket for the second week, if not the semi-finals or finals. Someday. I actually had a dream that I was at the finals, and the match was between Tommy Haas and my Roger. It was a sweet dream. I had no idea that once Tommy lost, Roger would be right behind him. I was so sure that this tournament would be Roger's redemption for a sub-par year (by his astronomical standards). I can't tell you the sadness and defeat I felt when he went out to Robredo. Not that I begrudge Robredo, I don't. I've always had a soft spot for him, but still. Oh, Roger, what are we going to do now? I wish I had been at your match - I feel as if I could've stood up, like Glenn Close did in The Natural. And then you would've won. And when you won, I could've said "I didn't want to see you fail." Sigh. If only life were like the movies...