When you say he is a wimp, you know you are right. Maybe give him some slack for his teary eyes when he loses. The constant grimaces when slightly broken down are enough to make you sick.
But the worst of it are the times when he plays pity pat with the ball and his opponent. Worse yet, try to enjoy two pity patters going at it. Bounce the ball carefully, you two. It might be damaged if you tried to hit it harder than a soft pat.
There was no real man on display; just a Mamma's boy. You would never be seen with Murray if you were a real man. Like Romney, he is just not cool.
But still, in yesterday's match with Feliciano Lopez, not only one but two wimps seemed to emerge at times.
So it was as Murray gave up six games per set to Feliciano Lopez but still won 7-6, 7-6, 4-6, 7-6. When contrasting this game with the one played between Venus Williams and Angie Kerber, one is forced to say that the women's game is far superior.
Of course, it is not.
But this match, where at times neither player hit the ball harder than you see on many tennis courts near you, was a real example of what can happen when wimpy play is involved, not wanting to make any mistake but instead praying that the opponent will lose.
In this match, Murray's prayers were answered. But if he plays like he did on Saturday, he has little chance of it being more than an afterthought.
But it was not this wimpy win or the fact that Murray, the slightly bigger man, allowed Lopez to have more aces that rankles as badly as the attitude on the court more designed to gain sympathy than to show how combat-tough Murray is.
Murray is so wimpy that he grimaces even when not moving and seems to find it difficult to stand or really face the next point.
He fell at the end of one point and came up not only with his trademark grimace, but also with a sign of tenderness because he felt something of no obvious importance that troubled his play. He played on and the "injury" affected nothing, merely providing an excuse if he had not won.
Yes, Murray was in wonderful form at the U.S. Open.
It is always instructive to find Ivan Lendl in the stands around the time that the wimp factor begins to play its way out. If anything, Lendl's countenance becomes more severe, as if thinking he would have far rather coached someone else who brought the famous Lendl stoicism to bear as the tides shift and the threat of loss sharpens play and appearance.
But alas, it does not appear that Murray has a grand slam in his future if he continues to act as if he is having a lousy time and just wants to go home.