Introduction
I started writing my Peter Bodos TennisWorld blog in 2005, almost two years after Roger Federer won his first Grand Slam event, at Wimbledon. Over the ensuing years, as TennisWorld evolved into the most popular tennis-related weblog, I wrote literallyreams of posts about Federer, both while covering events in which he was entered and between times, when I was moved to write what is commonly known as a think piece.
As I write this, Federer is 30 years old and the all-time male Grand Slam singles champion. Hes still going strong, as his brilliant record between the US Open of 2011 and late May of 2012 amply demonstrates. Yet its become harder and harder for him to mount the required resistance against two much younger rivals, Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic. He hasnt won a Grand Slam tournament in two-and-a-half years.
This tells me its a good time to collect some of what I consider my best work about Federer. Ive selected what I feel are my most interesting posts, culled mainly from that golden middle period of his career (2006-2009). While I believe many of Federers interesting and memorable adventures occurred at sub-Grand Slam tournaments, most of the posts collected here are from the Big Four events, the Grand Slams around which the tennis world revolvesthe Australian, French and US Opens and Wimbledon.
I hope that these posts not only do justice to Roger, and shed light on his beautiful game and deceptively compelling personality (has there ever been a great, great athlete less seemingly affected by an unprecedented degree of success?).
However, I have to caution those who are expecting pure hagiographyIve tried to keep a level head and appreciate not only the accomplishments and personality of the man, but to identify and analyze what shortcomings hes had, or mistakes hes made. Thats a critics job, and the combination of my 40 years of experience covering tennis and my evolution into an opinion journalist has turned me into just that.
Long time readers of TennisWorld know that I have consistently referred to Federer as The Mighty Fed (TMF). I liked the sound of that, because of the overtones the I can best describe as cartoonish (I often called his great rival Rafael Nadal Jet Boy for the self-same reason). I felt at the time that those nicknames would add a bit of whimsy and levity to our discussions of these somewhat larger-than-life characters, and somewhat alleviate the temptation to treat these sports heroes as demi-gods.
At first, I was unsure of just how to organize the material I had, given how much of it is rooted in daily coverage of Rogers matches. I finally settled on creating three loose categories: The Man, The Matches, and The Rivals.
In the first of those sections, The Man, I am including mostly interpretive posts about Federers character and personality, both as a competitor and a human being.
In The Matches, I focus on some of his greatest wins as well as some toughest losses; every portrait of an individual, especially an athlete who competes as frequently as TMF, is incomplete if you leave out the difficult bits.
In The Rivals, I include posts about the men who have given him the most trouble or had a long and rich history with him.
There is admittedly some overlap between these categories; the posts dont fit quite so neatly into predetermined nichesnot least because they were all written on the trot, influenced by the events, mood, and ambience of the day and event. Taken together, I hope they convey a sense of where Federerand his rivalswere at specific times in recent years. And I hope the end result is a kind of living, day-by-day history of Federer at the peak of his career.
In the interest of clarity and continuity, Ive made some minor revisions to some of these posts, and I added a brief introductory note as a preface to each one.
Pete Bodo, New York, June 2012
The Man
Does 'Federer' Exist?
September 6th, 2007
[This post was written during the US Open of 2007, where Federer won his fourth consecutive US Open title; it was, in retrospect, the last year of his absolute dominance, which helps explain why I chose to write this.]
About midway through last nights second set of the US quarterfinal between Andy Roddick and Roger Federermeaning about the time that The Mighty Fed was getting so close to having a break point that he could almost see it with the aid of the Hubble telescopea smitten female fan somewhere behind where Steve Tignor and I sat hollered, Federer, youre unreal!
Now that got me thinking. TMF certainly is unreal. But what if were, well, really unreal?
What if this Federer didnt really exist, except as some Jungian figment of the imagination of all those aesthetes who ever had to sit through a Luis Horna vs. Mariano Zabaleta match on clay? Or perhaps this Federer is an android, built by a bored, unemployed, Swiss timepiece designer. I mean, come ondoesnt this whole thing about Federer coming from Switzerland have Jamaican Bobsled Team written all over it, except for the fact that the Jamaicans in question couldnt find their way to the bottom of the hill with a map, while Federer is already, according to some, the GOAT (Greatest of All Time)?
Doesnt it strike you as just a little bit suspicious?
Hail, maybe this Federer started out as an idea in the mind of some Sega Genesis game designer, but the algorithms just got out of hand and Federer leaped across the Great Divide like some android or a replicant out of a Philip K. Dick novel. Or maybe hes just a good old-fashioned hologram, like on your credit card. In any event, I think its high time we asked: Does Roger Federer really exist?
The arguments for those who suspect there is no such thing as a Roger Federer, that were just the victims of some humongous cosmic tennis prank, falling head-over-heels for a character no more real than Bart Simpson, Superman, or Zac Efron, were never better articulated than last night. Andy Roddick has a gigantic serve. Hes a former US Open champion, and hes been World No. 1. And hes bigger, stronger, and more experienced now than he was back then.
Last night, Roddick was flat-out playing his best tennis on a court that, if you believe what many of the players are saying, is faster than Wimbledons Centre Court. And he was doing this was in front of an adoring American crowd, willing him to win with a vibe so strong that it put all that harmonic convergence baloney of a few years ago to shame.
And yet... at the end of the second set, what was the score? Federer was rolling toward the finish line, 7-6, 7-6, to be continued... Now, isnt that enough to make even the Cartesian reality freaks among you wonder, at least a teensy-weensy bit?
How about what Roddick said after he lost in straight sets: You know, I thought I made him play as well as he could play... Personally, I think it was just tact that kept him from finishing that sentence:... for somebody whos really an android, hallucination, psychic projection or some other weird thing.