But when a Grand Slam ends, a massive canyon-sized hole is created in my world. That sensation came over me once again yesterday, one day after the French Open concluded its annual clay soiree. I woke up with no clay court tennis in progress. Nothing to catch up on. No match to anticipate later in the day. Instead, it was just a Monday. Granted, the grass court season began right away in England, but I wasn't ready for a Wimbledon tuneup quite yet. Although, I must say, the thought of Wimbledon just a few weeks away will make it a lot easier to get through this tough transition. In fact, on the tennis calendar, these two Slams are by far the closest together. Mercifully, my melancholy and misery will be short lived. But before I go back to wallowing, let's review the thrilling events from the weekend at Roland Garros.
On Friday, Rafael Nadal took care of business with a hard-fought three-set victory over a game but overmatched Andy Murray. Their clash was but a mere amuse bouche to an incredible meal, for later that day, Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer played an instant classic. With the number one ranking, a ton of pride, and a shot at the title on the line, Nole and Fed put on a shotmaking show. To watch Federer move around the court and strike the ball so cleanly, you would never know that he has been slumping this year. You would never know that tennis folks have been beginning to mourn his inevitable decline. Fed looked every bit the 16-time Grand Slam Champion against the hottest player on tour in Novak Djokovic, who was riding one of the great win streaks in tennis history. Djokovic seemed to be affected by the moment. With a four-day layoff between matches due to a walkover in the quarters, his timing was off in the first set, and Federer took full advantage. But Nole has been playing so well, struggling through a set meant that he would force Roger to win it in a tiebreaker. Federer kept the momentum going in the second set, Djokovic let down a bit. Fed won the set 6-3 and took a commanding two sets to love lead. But the Djoker has too much confidence in himself and his game these days to roll over like he may have done in the past. He fought back, broke Roger, vigilently held serve, and took the third set 6-3. The fourth set produced some spectacular tennis, with so much riding on the result and neither man willing to budge. Fittingly, it came down to a tiebreaker in near darkness. If Fed won it, the match was over. If Djoker won it, they would return to the court on Saturday morning to play a winner-takes-all fifth set. Echoes of Federer's loss to Nadal at Wimbledon with darkness encroaching reverberated throughout Stade Roland Garros. But Roger was up to the task this time. He gained the advantage, withstood every effort by Nole to level the match, and won the tiebreaker before nightfall. When Federer finally took match point, he proudly wagged one finger in the air, as if to say, "You all forgot for a second that I was the greatest, didn't you?" And then he screamed the kind of cathartic scream that comes from prolonged periods of intensity ending in sweet relief. The scream allowed us a rare peek behind the polished veneer and into the burning heart of the fiercest of competitors. Federer had vanquished Djokovic. The streak was done. But Roger was not.
Saturday provided us with a Women's Final that may have lacked star power but was not short on intrigue. The defending champion, Francesca Schiavone, was looking to repeat the magic that won her the title last year and prove she was no one-Slam wonder. With the absence of Justin Henin, Schiavone has surprisingly stepped in and filled the void as the tour's clay court dame. But Li Na (or Na Li) was not about to hand her the trophy. After reaching the Australian Open earlier this year but falling to Kim Clijsters in her bid to become China's first Grand Slam winner, Li was motivated to make history. Schiavone etched her name into the tennis history books by beating Sam Stosur in last year's French final, taking the first Grand Slam title for the women of Italy. Li Na came out firing in the first set, undaunted by the magnitude of the moment. She hit the ball harder and crisper and prevented Schiavone from finding her rhythm. The Chinese woman secured the first set 6-4 and went up a break in the second. Schiavone played much better tennis in the second set, getting to net as much as possible and expertly angling her volleys. When Li Na served at 4-3, Schiavone's aggressive nature prevailed and she broke back to level the set. The Italian then seemed to gain the momentum. She went up 6-5. With Li Na serving to stay in the set, an overruled line call swung Uncle Mo back to the Chinese player. She held to force a tiebreaker. With history on the line, she didn't blink. In fact, she skunked Schiavone 7-love in the breaker, then fell onto her back in celebration. The crowd showed their appreciation for the quality of the match and Li Na's tremendous achievement at 29-years-old. She can now forever boast that she won a Grand Slam title. And China will never forget her.
Sunday brought us another treat -- the 8th Grand Slam Final between Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer. The two living legends have played in more Grand Slam Finals against each other than any duo in the history of men's tennis. Going into the match, Rafa was 5-2 in finals against Roger. Nadal won four meetings at the French and one at Wimbledon, Federer won two at Wimbledon. With respect to Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe, Federer and Nadal can lay claim to the greatest rivalry ever on the men's side. (Evert and Navratilova obviously own that distinction on the women's side.) Nadal also needed to win the match to retain his number one ranking. If he lost, Novak Djokovic would take the top spot in tennis away from him and Federer would take his crown. But the sensational Spaniard would not be denied. Though Federer played fantastic tennis to make him earn it. Fed went up 5-2 in the first and looked good doing it. But as he has so often in the past, Nadal flipped a switch and won the next 5 games to take the set. Nadal went up a break in the second and served for the set. A brief but hard rain fell from the sky and caused a delay (the first of the tournament). When play resumed, Federer stormed back, broke Nadal, and forced a tiebreaker. But Nadal rebounded by taking a 4-0 lead and cruising in the breaker to win the second set and go up two sets to love. Again in the third set, Nadal went up a break. At 4-2, it looked to be over. But Federer dug deep into his champion heart and refused to give in. He broke Nadal twice and won the set 7-5. There was a glimmer of hope in the Federer camp. But it was brief. Nadal dominated the fourth set, breaking Roger repeatedly and closing it out 6-1. When it was over, Rafa dropped to his knees then exchanged a warm embrace with Roger at the net. Uncle Toni stood and screamed "Vamos!" three times. This may have been the 6th time Nadal has won this title, but it seemed just as sweet to them as the first. And for tennis fans, we got to experience these two magnificent players produce the kind of tennis we always wish for when they do battle. Though the fourth set itself may have been anticlimactic, the men's final satisfyingly capped off an epic three days of tennis.
Of course, I wished I was in Paris to witness it all firsthand, but I can honestly say there was no shortage of emotion and enjoyment while watching from the comfort of my own home. To me, there is nothing like Grand Slam tennis. Although, to fight off depression, I'll probably tune in tonight to watch my Miami Heat go for a 3-1 lead in the NBA Finals. I guess that'll help a little.
