Scene at Roger's Camp: The Subsequences of The Nadal Earthquake (Humor)

31 May 2009

After a relaxing shower following an almost enervating training session, Roger Federer helped himself to some Pasta to attend to his growling stomach, and proceeded to the sofa to switch on the television.

His eyes pop out in shock as they incomprehensibly absorb the strange numerical curves and lines on the scoreboards.

SOD 2 6   6

NAD 1 6   1*

"Holy S***!! Where did that come from? Rafa, You can't be serious!,"

his thoughts swayed in utter shock. "Is that "Sod" guy that good?? How come I haven't heard of him before?"

And he calls out, "Mirka!?" "MIRKA! Where are you? You have to see this!"

Just woken up from sleep, Mirka was washing her face, only to hear Rog calling her with such hysteria.

She may have been surprised, but was also a little drowsy from sleep as she went to the living room to see what was all the urgency for.

"What happened Rog?" she asked, still in a slightly dreamy state.

"Look Mirka!" Rog responded. "Look! I can't believe it! Some Sod guy is finishing off Rafa. Four match points! Oh my gosh! It's the fourth round too!"

And the volley goes long...

Soderling jumps in joy, looking incredulous...

Feeling more awake now, it was Mirka's turn to be amazed, as she screamed, "Goodness gracious, that Spanish bloke lost!?"

"Well that changes things," Roger started, a smile slowly creeping up his face. "Of course I'd rather prefer screwing him in the final this year and getting that cursed Coupe des Mousquetaires. But no, I'm so not complaining!"

"Jesus you rule," Federer thought to himself in amazement. "I couldn't have asked for a better early Christmas present, Santa. Ah well there's our Federer Junior, but this Roland Garros sure means as much to me!"

"After all these years of misfortune and torture I had to endure...*sigh*. Surely I deserve the trophy this year! And no I don't mean another lousy metal plate. Oh please, I've got enough un-required utensils from Paris the past three years. Why can't someone else take on the environmental contribution in regard to its utility for once?"

Mirka gave him a big hug and kiss, and exclaimed, "Aw.. I'm so happy for you, honey."

"But either way, YOU are always my champion."

Roger smiles, blushing.

SCENE: Rafael Nadal's Post-Match Conference.

"Federer is dee favorite, in my opinion. It wud be great (if he wins it), so dat he can complete dee Grand Slam. If anybudy deserve it, it’s 'im"

Roger Federer thinks to himself, looking smug, "Aw.. so sweet. Well for once I take your word. And this year when I (hopefully) win, don't worry Rafa, I'll dedicate my victory speech to you (Jou are dee best on clay. Thank you).

"So there goes the saying. Everything happens for the best", Roger chuckled to himself. "Amen to that."

And he goes to bed, contented but excited and yet peaceful, drifting in happy dreams through his soundest sleep this year....

♫.....I dream a dream...

A song to sing....

That helps me cope...with anything.

This is a great wonder...

That the Spanish Bull is out,

And La Coupe des Mousquetaires will be in my trophy closet.

I believe in angels,

Something good in everything I see.

And the losses and the tortures,

Make it worth the win

I dream a dream.

Oh what a miracle..... ♫