Hell of a run, Kid. So much to be proud of. But it was inevitable. When you're elevated to America's Sweetheart status only one thing can happen. You crash under the weight of expectation, particularly when you've got a captive audience. Call 1800 BRITNEY for further insight.
Also, the world ran out of "Believe" puns. So the jig was up.
Congrats to Caro, who played a really solid and professional match to finally break through and make her first Slam semifinal. Let's face it, she hasn't had to face *that* stiff of competition, but she's taking advantage of the situation and will most likely, barring a complete meltdown, make her first Slam final appearance. And she will do it the same way that counterpunchers have done it in the past: playing steady, absorbing power, and waiting for the other guy to fuck up. Hell, JJ did it last year.
Shit the pants, kid. You've earned it.