I never liked massacre movies. I figured that these types of themes are gruesome enough to be remembered by people, much more institutionalized by some bimbos with half-assed acting skills. Massacre movies were a fad some years back in Philippine movies started no doubt by the chop-chop lady and those other needless family massacres that were said to be perpetrated by drug-crazed individuals.
I watched a massacre earlier. Although this one did not involve mutilations or much bloodshed, it was a massacre nonetheless. I’m talking about the French Open finals, where Rafa the Bull gored the Maestro in Roger Federer. It was a painful thing to watch. I would have bailed out in the middle of the second set but I didn’t want to be labeled as a fair-weather fan so I felt that I had to sit through the entire thing.
Rafael Nadal has always been unbelievable n clay. And he once again demonstrated that in this year’s French Open. On the way to winning the championship he never dropped a set. And his 6-1 6-3 6-0 drubbing of Roger Federer only served to confirm everyone’s belief that on clay, no one is worthy enough to even fix his wedgie.
In a way this could be karma for Federer. A few years ago, against Lleyton Hewitt in the finals of the US Open, he served the hapless Ozzie a double bagel in the championship. Now it’s time for him to be served one.
Roger Federer got served a nasty bagel in the third set. It’s almost blasphemous to mention bagle and Federer in one breath. But it happened.
Sorry for the humiliation you got earlier Roger, but even then, I was cheering for you through and through. Let’s get our revenge at Wimbledon. Til then Rafa.
