If you are attending a Slam and you want bang for your buck, be sure to settle in for any first round match wherein John Isner is scheduled to play. You will not be sorry. The big dude brings the dramz whether he likes it or not. Not only is he "the longest match ever" guy, but now he's the "first dude to ever take Rafael Nadal to five sets on clay" guy. Sure, he's not the "first dude to ever beat Rafael Nadal in five sets on clay" guy, but let's not get greedy, ok?
I'm not one of those weird people who claims to be objective, ok? Let it be known that I am rooting, very hard, for a Nole/Rafa final. I just reaaaaaally want to see what would happen there, and I'd be ok with either result. And yes, that means that Rafa would have to beat Andy (ifandyevengetsthatfarHAH) but what's good for the goose is not always good for the gander.
Ok, to be honest, I have no idea who is the goose or the gander in this sitch. Sometimes I just say things and I have no idea what they mean. I'm sure that's very helpful to you as a reader.
So anyway, as exciting as it was to stand in a hallway under Chatrier for three hours watching this craziness go down on a television screen, and as weird as it was to find myself at times rooting for John simply because he was so adorable in his tryingness, I'm very very pleased it turned out the way it did.
Here's hoping that Toni gave Rafa a stern talking to. Because as well as John played, and he played SO WELL, Rafa was shambolic. I will not tolerate this shambolocity over the fortnight.