When did it sink in that I was no longer in the States but in the beautiful land of Australia? When, during my flight from Sydney to Perth, I was able to watch the Rafa vs. Berd Abu Dhabi semifinal. ON A PLANE. TENNIS. AUSTRALIA IS MECCA, YOU GUYS.
Aside from a weird lapse in the second set, Rafa looked amaaaaaazing. It was only January 1st and yet Rafa already submitted a for sure nomination for Shot of the Year, a running forehand bending passing shot down the line that was reminiscent of a similar shot Moose hit against Cilic last year in Australia. Rafa and Moose's reactions were the same: stunned badassery.
Regardless, I kind of thought Rafa would lose to Fed. Now, I hadn't seen Fed play in Abu Dhabi but I have to admit that I was impressed/scared by his performance in London. He and Annacone clearly had a new gameplan against Rafa and theoretically, I could see it working. He was taking cracks at the Rafa serve and chipping returns back with much less frequency.
And so 2011 starts just as every year does: By proving that I know absolutely nothing about tennis and have no right to talk about it any meaningful fashion. And so I will do what I do best: Make pop culture jokes.