I have pretty much spent the past four days glued to the tennis coverage on CBS and USA. The rain delays of Friday were well-timed with my plans to hang out with friends and even the Barnes and Noble scheduling gods somehow didn't schedule me at all this weekend. To say I've had a glorious mini vacation would be putting it mildly. I have been beyond content to relax and just watch tennis all freaking day long. It's sick to some, I know. Velvet commented that the weather must be crappy up here because a bunch of us were commenting on her latest blog. As I said there, the nice weather can wait until the US Open is over.
The biggest news of the tournament so far, as most everyone knows by now, is that Agassi is officially retired. Done with professional tennis. It is a serious end of an era as he is the last of the Sampras/Martin/Ivanisovic/etc. group. Now tennis is all about Federer, Roddick, Blake, and Nadal. My new personal favorite is Andy Murray, of course. I'm hoping for a Maria Sharapova on the women's side, but would also be okay with Lindsay Davenport winning as I think she's about done and would love for her to go out on top.
Anyway, the reason I am talking about tennis again is because today during the Haas/Ginepri match, Haas called for the trainer and I was glued to the TV as intently as if it had been match point. From about junior year of high school until sophomore year of college all I wanted to be was a sports physician. I wanted to be the trainer who ran onto the court when the players called for a medical time out. I loved the idea of being on-call and having to think on my feet to treat injuries within three minutes. I, obviously, and not a sports physician now, but it's so okay. It's not something I regret AT ALLLLLLL!
OK, back to the match. Mauresmo vs. Serena Williams. This is the type of match where I don't want anyone to win. I would never wish injury on anyone, but maybe they'll both have to retire at the same time.