Ladies and gentlemen, there's a new man in the tennis town and he's a 20 year old Argentine named Juan Martin del Potro. Juan Martin did the near impossible by beating world No. 1 Roger Federer in the US Open men's final 3-6, 7-6 (5), 4-6, 7-6 (4), 6-2.
And it wasn't easy. He was two points from losing to Federer in the 4th set at 4-5, 30-30, but an ace and a smokin' forehand kept him in the match.
As the match wore on, Federer's crappy serving got worse and worse. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him serve so badly in such an important match. It could have had something to do with del Potro's crushing returns and his devastating forehand.
Though Federer always looks like a Baryshnikov on the court, all balletic moves and power, del Potro was more like an overgrown little leaguer: all arms and legs and unharnessed power, that in this match at least, he learned to channel very quickly.
In the post match press conference, del Potro said:
Well, when I lay down to the floor, many things come to my mind. First my family and my friends and everything. I don't know how I can explain, because it's my dream. My dream done. It's over. I will go home with a trophy, and it's my best sensation ever in my life.
It's too early to explain. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week I will be believing in this. But now, I don't know. I don't understand nothing.
Federer's battle with the Hawkeye challenge system continued as he railed against its accuracy and then got understandably pissed at the umpire when he allowed del Potro an excessive amount of time to decide to challenge.
The umpire made the mistake of telling Federer to stop complaining and even the usually calm Federer let fly with some expletives.
Roger however has nothing to be ashamed of. He's had an incredible year personally--getting married, having twins; and professionally--finally winning the French, winning another Wimbledon and surpassing the men's all time number of Grand Slam titles, so don't weep for him. He'll be back.
I do have some regrets however for Rafael Nadal because I really, really want to see him win a US Open title. Hopefully he'll be able to keep himself healthy enough next year to get to the final and then take it all.
Meanwhile, Viva del Potro!














































Sometimes Out Of Death Comes Life: Happy Birthday Megan's Minute!
Sometimes out of death comes life.
A month before I started Megan's Minute, a good friend of mine, I'll call him CR, had a stroke and died. He was 59 years old.
He was a brilliant, funny, often infuriating man who lived and breathed, photography, film and literature. He was proudly anti-social, unapologetically liberal and would have been as astounded as anyone to see that a black man was now President of the United States.
CR was also an incredible writer, but when he died, his novel was unpublished and his screenplays unmade. Only those of us who knew him well knew what a wonderfully entertaining and imaginative writer he was.
The last time I saw CR was months before he died. My last contact with him was exchanged emails the Christmas before he died saying how we had to get together soon.
After hearing of his death, I was devastated that the "get together" would never happen. And mixed in with the grief of his loss was the thought that no one else would ever read his work.
Why am I telling you this?
It's simple. I've always believed myself to be a writer. I've written stories, screenplays, and portions of novels, but never had the courage or the commitment to jump in feet first and find out if I had what it took to make a living as a writer.
After CR died, I discovered I desperately needed for someone to read my work. Even if it was only five people whose names I never knew.
I'd already been considering blogging thanks to my friend Island Girl. And after CR died, that was the push I needed to get me past the fear of my work not being good enough, or perfect enough, or whatever.
I chose Valentine's Day 2007 for my first post because it was a Valentine to myself. A commitment to myself, my work and what I hoped would be a new future.
So at 11:55PM--it took me until the end of the day to summon my courage--I clicked "post" and my first Megan's Minute post went live.
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