Roland Garros has made me way emo. More on that in another post. But basically I'm so ridiculously sure that all my favorites will lose that I can't even muster up a reaction to Ana losing yesterday. I've gone completely numb.
There was a time when Ana didn't lose first round matches at Slams. My memory is fuzzy, but if I recall, she had the longest active streak behind Serena or something. But three years since she won her maiden and only Slam, Ana returned to site of her greatest triumph to complete a most ominous distinction: She's now lost in the first round of all four Slams.
Do they give you a trophy for that? A Dundee maybe? Perhaps some Prozac?
It sucks, obviously.
Ana said she's struggled with injuries all season. That we all know. The Novak-induced broken abdominal in Australia has bothered her throughout the season preventing her from training as she'd like, and then a wrist injury she picked up just last week that forced her to rest before Roland Garros. Expectations were pretty low for her here, but how do you go from dropping a bagel on someone in the second set to completely falling off the wagon in the third? That isn't physical. That's mental. Which is obviously impacted by the physical. And around and around we go.
Around and around in a sea of tears.