And so then I was faced with the daunting task of watching eleven hours of U.S. Open Day 2 coverage in the span of four hours. It called for tough choices. I couldn't miss Blake v. Rusedski (a wise choice, it turned out). I stayed glued for what seemed hours to the Monfils v. Djokovic all-teen, all-timeout, five set smackdown (dubious choice). Convinced that the looming match between Roddick and Muller would be a blowout in Mr. Mojo's favor, I then spent my time watching Andrei Pavel fire obscenities at an overruling ref (although I sadly missed eventual winner Andy Murray firing vomitus onto the court). And I couldn't ignore a Lindsay Davenport match.
So I missed what will likely be the upset of the tournament because I simply had to go to bed. Skipping through that final match on TiVo, I was mildly surprised to first see Roddick down a set. Then more surprised to see him down two. Then shocked to see him entering a third and final tiebreaker. Guess those American Express ads turned out to be prescient. Even with my reservations about Roddick's demeanor -- Federer and Nadal remain much more inviting and entertaining personalities, to my taste -- he's still a light-years ahead on the charm and grace scale than such notable jerkwads as Lleyton Hewitt. It's kind of sad to see him go. I'm guessing there's going to be a new coach in Roddick's near future.
The upside? Robbie Ginepri may have a clear shot into the third round now that Andy's gone. Woo hoo! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the young (and not-so-young) Americans -- Scoville Jenkins, Blade, Ginepri -- get their day in the sun this year.
One more thing, speaking of Hewitt: As a number of friends of mine have noted, Kim Clijsters looks absolutely great. Obviously, she's never going to be considered a million-dollar model like Sharapova (whose fascination to straight men I simply do not understand), but it turns out that taking a year off from the tour and dumping her dickweed boyfriend made her blossom. Even I feel perky watching her being interviewed.