That sound you (I) hear is not the vuvuzela. Although World Cup enthusiasts are probably loving that name – it even topped Justin Bieber on trending topics in Twitter – my ears are stinging from the sound of media attack against Roger Federer. It’s worse than a stainless steel drum just because I lack sleep and woke up to harsh write ups and comments.
Sure, Federer was surly, and bitter, and sarcastic, and maybe even self-delusional in his post-game presser after losing his quarterfinal match yesterday. But I’d give the guy a break. It’s, what, a few minutes after a very disappointing loss for him. He shouldn’t have spoken his mind, especially because he was wrong. It maybe was an uncharacteristic loss of cool and class, but don’t bury him like he’s not done anything good all these years. Oh, well. That’s the price of excellence, I guess. You lose it, you (superficially) lose everything.