C Note Fact #3856: I will find any excuse to make a Les Mis reference.
It's odd to think that this is Sod's first Master's title. But I can't think of a more appropriate place for Sod to pick one up than Paris, the very city wherin he's wreaked havoc for the past two years. He was a killjoy for Rafa fans two years ago, a killjoy for Fed fans this year, and, as just because he is THE SOD, he just had to be a killjoy for French fans, beating Mikey Llodes in the semis and Gael in the finals.
BECAUSE THAT'S THE KIND OF PERSON HE IS.
And it really was too bad. Mikey Llodes was playing some inspired tennis all week on the fast Bercy courts, only to blow an easy forehand pass on match point to give the satanic one new life (does Satan actually "live"? Crap, another joke fail).
And then Gael. Oh, Gael. He notched what could be a career-turnaroundy three set, three tiebreak, save 5 match points win over Fed in the semis, only to be competely tanked for the final in front of his home crowd. But that's a hell of a way to end a season for the Monfilsy one. He put on a tremendous show throughout the week and served notice to all of us that, well, shit, we're going to have to keep paying attention to his facepalmishness because he is, as I think we all believed, capable of greatness.
Oh, don't even try to soften our hearts by going in for a post-win nuzzle with your totally adorable girlfriend, Jenny. I'm pretty sure Satan's girlfriend is pretty fucking awesome, too. Oh what's that? Satan's girlfriend is Ke$ha? Well (a) that explains a whole lot and (b) fuck, logic fail.
And no, I have not forgotten that with the win, Devil Viking Man-Boy rises to #4 and Ugly Ginger Git Boyfriend drops to #5.
Hold me, Maggie.
(Pics: Getty, AP)