When Two Greats Meet (An Ode To A Rivalry)

Robert OrzechowskiAnalyst IApril 26, 2009

LONDON - JULY 06:  Rafael Nadal of Spain shakes hands with Roger Federer of Switzerland after Nadal won in five sets in the final on day thirteen of the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Championships at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club on July 6, 2008 in London, England.  (Photo by Julian Finney/Getty Images)

Meet me in Rome

Where the gladiator ghosts reminisce the glories of old while we battle new epics of our own age

Cheers and jeers push and taunt us to battle out our sweaty struggle in search of victory that rises from the red dirt.

Let one of us drink a vintage wine from the cup raised as the righteous and deserved win is displayed for all, while the defeated lowers his head in the weighty loss of bitterness.

Meet me in Paris

Where swordsmen once dueled along the chateau's hills and gardens  We hone our energy, consumed into passion absorbed by the thirsty masses. 

As the sun inflames the dirt red, we reunite to the pinnacle challenge and renew ourselves in the river of adversity.

I know your movements well as you know mine.  We scratch, scrape and claw as fate ponders which of us she will favor.

Meet me in London

A place once bruised and rubbled yet did not succumb to surrender.  I will seek you out on those green lawns, promising to encompass the spirit of that stubborn land. 

We will engage in our fiery contest as the fickle British sun radiates our garb to a blinding white.

As our steps to a lengthy resolve erodes the very grass we play on, I shall expend my deepest reserves to ensure my valiant best.  Shall I cry tears of joy or of anguish?

Meet me in America

New York has welcomed us as her own despite the loss of her twins.

Our dance continues as Liberty herself oversees our human grit emulating from the hard unforgiving concrete.

Curious planes track our movements from above as we move head-strong through our ritualised contest.   

As the western sun prepares to wander southward, I long to stand atop with joy in the land of the free.

Meet me in Melbourne

Alas, for we shall surely meet again, chasing that summer sun as her crisp touch smolders the land down under.

That emblazoned star prevents me from looking back.  Only you and I. There is only now. 

As I gaze over to you on a court of blue, my task is always the same.  I shall strive to realize my vision of glory.  Upon our battled conclusion, I realize that you were my stepping stone as I was yours. 

We share a brief moment with no words.  None were needed.  The goals are the same.  The game goes on.  Our thoughts are one, coalescing in perfect harmony. 

Meet me in Rome