It is sort of like the day after Christmas with the tree missing the pile of brightly wrapped packages tucked under its branches. You finally opened that huge package tempting you for weeks and now there is nothing to look forward to.
Generally, anticipation is the best part of all events. Reluctantly, as you clear away the debris and get ready for the next event, the disappointments in what you did not receive begin to mount.
For tennis fans, at the beginning of year in January, we all got to party in Australia on the brilliant blue hard courts in Melbourne. In 2011, Kim Clijsters extended her hard court magic by capturing her second consecutive slam on hard courts. Coming into the French Open, Clijsters would be seeking her third slam in a row.
Novak Djokovic emerged from Melbourne with his second Australian Open trophy clutched firmly in his resolute fists. He’d won the title also in 2008. Coming into the French Open, Djokovic had not lost a match in 2011. The Serb had been playing octane tennis. The fumes in his wake promised to blast the men’s status quo out of the water. He almost did it. Almost.
There is nothing quite like the anticipation you feel as one of the storied majors looms large on the horizon. The mind boggles at the possibility of seeing your favorite player standing on the final day clutching the ornate trophy awarded annually at the event.
There is no finer moment in the sport of tennis than winning one of the four majors.
Yet when this year's French Open was over, the disappointments began to whine in the background. Here are mine in ranked in order on the regret meter.