Is this happening? Is it really?
Because if it's not I'd like to know now so that I can avoid heartbreak.
Masha's blasted her way into the semifinals, dropping a mere three games to Petko, 60 63. I've always said that if I had to pick one player to play for my life it would be Shazza. She competes like no one else and she does it whether she's on the Grand Slam stage or in some back-alley pick-up game.
Standing in her way are three talented wildcards, each of whom could either show up and perform brilliantly or completely be overwhelmed by the moment and lose easily. I find it completely impossible to figure out who the favorite is at this point. The complete player who has 3.8 billion people behind her, the shrieky blaster gunning for a career landmark, the clay court magician and defender of the Coupe, or the weird hometown genius playing inspired tennis. You have to love the variety that Na, Masha, Fran, and Marion bring to the slate. Every single one of them deserves it, every single one of them has the game to do it, and every single one of them would be a tremendous story.
But if it comes down to which one wants it the most, well, I'm going with the Blonde Banana. I'm scared she's peaking too early, but whatever. Whip it, Shazza.
(Pic: Getty)
