Dude, what an awful way for Marat Safin to end his Wimbledon career.
First of all they put this chap on Court 18. 18? For a two-time Slam winner, multiple Slam finalist, last year's semi-finalist, and a crowd favorite?
Second of all, he was up against the unheralded qualifierJesse Levin in the first round.
Third of all, when I started watching the match Marat had already given up. Seriously. I noticed he had lost the first set, won the second, then lost the third in a tiebreak. After that, he had no interest in carrying on. He was essentially tanking it. I mean, he should have just walked off the court at that point. The sad thing was that, once in a while, he would begrudgingly uncork a screaming winner almost because he was being forced to; and then he would go back to barely moving his feet or hitting balls into the net or just spinning his serves in.
He left without even acknowledging the crowd or even talking to reporters.
What a sad, sad way to go out.
By contrast, Amerlie Mauresmo (huge fan), well past her prime, grinded out a three-set victory over the little-known Melinda Czink.
And even Maria Sharapova (not a huge fan), with her game all but deserting her, fought to the bitter end, saving four (!) match points along the way, and at least trying to salvage a victory in an eventual loss to Gisela Dulko.
And look at poor Ana Ivanovic (big fan), struggling to a 8-6 third set while finally dispatching someone called Lucie Hradecka. And this after losing a tough first set (Marat would have quit right then).
This time, I really have no excuse for Marat. Shame!
As he himself put it: "So I need to get out of my brain and then start again on a blank page."
Okay fine, I'm just mad he lost so meekly. At least his sister (World No. 1 and fellow-headcase) Dinara Safina was more forgiving:
His sister Dinara Safina, the women's world number one, was asked what made her brother so special. In a moving tribute, she said "He is honest and he doesn't hide anything. Like he's not a fake. Like he is how he is, on the court, off the court." She added: "He has this charisma, this humour. You cannot learn this. Either you have it or you don't have it." A fitting tribute to a heart-on-your-sleeve champion who often found his stunning talent clouded by an explosive temper.
It kills me to see what could have been - it really does!
Oh man, I thought TV Land was full of wonderful things like The Bob Newhart Show repeats.
And then I come to find like others before it (A&E, the one-time Arts and Entertainment network; TLC, the one-time Learning Channel; History, the one-time, um, History channel), it has turned into a reality show haven.
Oh well, I guess I can always catch The Jeffersons on Hulu...
I can't believe it, Sports Illustrated put Roger Federer on the cover!
I mean, I was so mad at ESPN for covering Tiger Woods's Memorial victory before Roger's stirringFrench Open win.
Granted Tiger rallied from five shots back with a closing-round 65, and Roger had a deceptively routine straight-sets win over a seemingly unheralded opponent (the fantastic Robin Soderling).
But, c'mon, Tiger's win was in a routine tournament (even if it wasJack Nicklaus's tournament). Roger won a Major. Not just any Major, but the one that has always bedeviled him. He completed the Career Grand Slam. He is now tied with Pete Sampras with 14 Slams.
I love ESPN, but they really should defer to journalistic perspective over simplistic ratings-grabbers every once in a while.
Anyways, some other photos to get you in the right frame of mind for Wimbledon (but Rafael Nadal's sad withdrawal doesn't clear the path for Roger just as yet, that dour bum Andy Murray is still there to contend with...):
The USGA was offering living coverage of this year's rain-soaked US Open at Bethpage Black on its website.
The only problem, they were showing one player.
Multiple Major-winners Angel Cabrera and Padraig "Houdini" Harrington (his score should have been higher, much higher, if not for some jaw-dropping rescue shots!) were also featured, but only because they were in the same group as Tiger. In fact, they often showed replays of his shots over theirs.
Of course, I ended up watching the whole round (man oh man, talk about sticking with it...he never allowed his score to balloon out of control the way it could have...amazing). Maybe it was because The Better Half was away. Maybe it was because of the damp and gray weather.
Okay, fine, I'll come clean. With TBH outta the way, I have her iMac all to myself. Muhahahahahahaha...
But seriously it's the United States Golf Associationnot the Tiger Woods Golf Association. The USGA should be ashamed of itself.
David Rhode, a reporter for The New York Times, managed to finally get out of Taliban captivity.
He had been held hostage for seven months.
And, wait for this, he actually escaped!
He climbed over the wall of the remote compound he was being held in up there in that crazy region of North Waziristan in Pakistan, and along with another captive local reporter, managed to make his way nearby army base.
I would always vote for Clive Owen, but maybe David Strathairn for the inevitable movie? Since I'm currently watching Robert Altman's The Long Goodbye, a young Elliot Gould would have been perfect. Maybe Mark Ruffalo? Definitely not Robert Downey Jr. Heck, at this point Hugh Laurie can do anything.
What about the director? Oliver Stone? Kathryn Bigelow? Tony Gilroy? Not Paul Greengrass, I don't think. Ooh, how about the greatPeter Weir?
I know, it's always been one of those love-it-hate-it kinda cars (I was always a Z8 man myself), but man, this new redesign is totally awesome!
And the cool thing it was actually designed by a couple of women, Juliane Blasi (only 32), and Nadya Arnaout. In the uber-macho world of car design (especially German car design) this is quite the rare feat.
Wonder if they can help me find the $60,000 or so it will cost me to get into one!
Apparently it really is the end of the line for the mercurial Andrew Symonds.
I've always liked Symonds, always. He was flashy, fluid, brilliant in stretches, fun to watch, prodigiously talented.
And almost maniacal in his self-destructiveness. He got into that whole flap with HarbhajanSingh, he flattened that streaker, he missed a team meeting for a "boat trip," and on and on. In fact, it's amazing that as tightly run a ship as the Australian cricket team would let him get away with as much he has.
And now, with his drop from the Twenty20 team, his international cricket career is all but over.
Of course, as soon as he is dropped from the team (for having one drink...c'mon...one drink?!), Australia crashes out of the Twenty20 World Cup (and this right after he was instrumental in helping the Deccan Chargers win IPL 2).
I wonder why I always gravitate to athletes like him? Those marvelously beautiful creatures who give us all hope of an endless summer for those brief moments, only to inevitably remind us that winter is always around the corner.
I always liked her. She was good actress with a fair amount of charisma and held her own with some of the bigger stars of her era (Jack Nicholson, Kurt Russell, Ray Liotta, Daniel Day-Lewis, Mel Gibson, John Travolta, Kevin Costner, Bruce Willis, Brad Pitt, Aiden Quinn, Mark Harmon, etc. etc. etc.).
But even though she appeared in a slew of box office hits, she always seemed to fly under the radar. Eventually, she hit 30, and as is wont to happen, Hollywood slowly began to close its doors.
Taking matters into her own hands, she wrote a script called Unbound Captives as a star vehicle for herself. Now this is where it gets interesting. She shopped it to the studios, but under the pseudonym O.C. Humphrey. None of the studios realized it was her, and Fox offered $5 million for the script!
And she turned it down!
Because she wasn't going to be in it.
And so the script floated around, and Stowe's career stalled; but she never sold that script outright ($5 million is a lot of money for anyone!).
And then, suddenly, along comes John Toll (great cinematographer), Hugh Jackman, Rachel Weisz, and Robert Pattinson. And Stowe is still involved.
She's going to direct it!
A good seven or eight years later, her decision to stick by her guns and not sell out (literally) has finally paid off.
Somewhere, Sylvester Stallone is smiling.*
* The next time we go out for a drink remind me to tell you the famous story about Sly and his script for Rocky...
I know that The Better Half has been singing the praises of "Magic" by Ladyhawke, but then some enterprising soul took it to the next level and combined it with Xanadu.
Somewhere, Chhoto and Jason Kachel are smiling.
How to explain Xanadu? Jason found this awesome quote from a Rotten Tomatoes review:
"Look at Xanadu with an eye toward storytelling superiority and your head will explode. To appreciate the madness within, one must take in the blinding neon sights with an open heart and at least one nostril-coating line of cocaine."