I can’t believe I haven’t blogged about this yet so I’m going to do just that right now.  After all, history was re-written and I was one of the lucky ones who got to witness it live.

Of course, I’m talking about The Fed finally winning the French Open.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Roger Federer has finally won the Roland Garros. 

Now can he be finally declared as the world’s greatest tennis player EVER?  That’s still subject to debate because while yes, he did finally win the damned cup he didn’t win it against the clay court god that is Rafael Nadal.  Is it still a valid victor even if he didn’t play against the one man who’s stood against his way for years? 

A few days before the finals Rafa Nadal was defeated by a virtual nobody in the tennis world, much to the surprise of everybody in the world.  He didn’t even make it to the semi-finals.  Naturally, everybody who’s been following tennis these past few years looked onto the Fed to win.  After all, this was his chance to bag the French Open; he couldn’t afford to mess it up because God knows how long another opportunity like this would happen.

This is yet another testament just how mental of a game tennis is.  If he were any other athlete, I’m pretty sure that he would’ve collapsed from the sheer pressure of it all.  He knew that everybody was watching his every move on court, analyzing every point he’s scored and speculating and doubting his ability to win this particular tournament even if the clay-court god is out of the running.

I remember the night of the final quite clearly.  I was reading something on fanfiction.net and I just so happened to switch the one channel that decided to air the French Open final.  And lo, I was lucky enough to catch the last few points of the match.  The Fed was up against Soderling, the man who took out Nadal and, needless to say, slaughtered the other man on court.  He won in three straight sets very easily.

It never fails to amuse me whenever I see Federer win.  He always cries and it’s just so far from his detached look and cool-as-a-cucumber composure during the match that it’s incredible.  Nadal never cries when he wins; I guess on some level he’s always expected himself to win. 

Anyway, I just wanted to commemorate this particular moment in history because finally, finally, Roger Federer has won the French Open.  Now I really can’t wait for Wimbledon to roll around.