72 hours later, same result, which, is kinda shocking, actually. Milos bounces Pink FeVer *again*, though this time it was a tough three-setter that saw Milos walk away with a 64 36 76(5) win, and FeVer walking away ready to either pull out his pretty faux-hawky hair, or beat the ever-living crap out of the 20 year old.
Yup. Still using this. Because I love it.
Yeah, I think Fer's had his fill of maple syrup for a while. Our good friends on the scene tweeted some quotes from a visibly frustrated Pinky:
I mean, I've seen Milos play. He's no Karlovic or Isner. I think he has more variety and way better movement than those two giants. But yeah, the kid has baseline skills and an eye to get to the net and terminate a point as quickly as possible. So, I mean, I'm sorry that he doesn't play a game that makes you comfortable, Fer, but this kid who doesn't play "real tennis" has now beaten you twice in 4 days and is 3-0 in tiebreakers.
I never understand why these big servers get knocked. Is it fun to watch? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I love watching Milos play, am lukewarm on Isner, and you couldn't pay me enough to watch Ivo. Is it fun to play against? I'm going to go ahead and guess no. There's obviously not as much rhythm in the match and yes, it's hard to get yourself into rallies if that's your game.
But if I can hit one stroke so well and you can't do a damn thing about it, I think I've probably earned my win in the same way you would have earned it if you hit 40 winners from the baseline with your retardedly huge forehand, or a grinder earns a win by hitting 5 unforced errors for the match but running down every damn ball.
It's all tennis. Let's not pretend one brand is purer than another. Isn't the goal of the game to make your opponent as uncomfortable as possible? Well, mission accomplished, Milos.
Now seriously? Run home as soon as the bell rings. Don't stop for anyone and whatever you do, DO NOT LOOK BACK.