Reflections on art, fitness, family, politics and literature that hit me like bricks as I chauffeur my children from place to place...
A pink taxi
June 6, 2011
El Matador Federer
The Roger Federer name is a worldwide trademark. Everyone knows and recognizes him, for his impeccable career, crowned with "the best tennisman in history." There is no doubt, therefore, put aside that he is Swiss, that he lives in Dubai (where I met him once) and that he is elegantly charming, that he is the tennis player that I support.
I can understand how some prefer Rafael Nadal. Its the IBM/Apple dichotomy. Nadal, a good tennis man, with a different style, stands in contrast. He is feisty and physical. Together, they are the titans of the game.
Yesterday's match was an event. These two gladiators don't meet as frequently as we would think, counting their injuries or the draw of the game. They played on a sunday, which is the first day of the week in Dubai. It made it easier for us to wake up and go to school and work, prepped up as we were for the evening entertainment. Many put their priorities aside: attending bikram, teaching bikram, attending judo and even a flat tire was postponed for later! This wasn't an everyday match.
I built the anticipation with my close circle of friends, connecting with them by text and blackberry message, betting, daring, showing off, arguing, agreeing. We talked about the game all day! My cousin in Lebanon even teased me on blackberry, challenging my status picture of RF and the "this guy will win". I had posted it for the good vibes!
The match did meet our expectations. As an sms said: "It doesn't get any better than these two!" I don't want to hear any criticism about my favored player. He didn't play badly. He only lost because he was playing against an opponent of his own caliber. Perhaps Nadal has a slighter edge on clay courts because he has more access to them. Roger Federer played a very close game. When he came back in the third set, he had us all gasping!
We were three generations, around the large screen, at my parents' house. All of us Federer die-hard supporters. Dynamic grandparents, groovy uncle, interested aunt, obsessed blogger, a kid worried at defeat and elated at good points, and a roaming baby.
Joining our group, a friend who shared our Federer-mania: "Federer in RED is energizing Nadal the bull like a skilled torrero". He couldn't have said it better: Nadal was all fired up by his opponent and played fiercely. Federer performed calm, skilled and cool.
The pink taxi runs from 7 am to 7pm. It picks and drops off my 3 kids at school, ballet,judo, aikido, violin, climbing, riding, squash, basketball, skiing, skating, swim team, friends, grandparents and teachers. The car, not pink, but a black SUV, drives to Carrefour and Coop. To Club stretch for pilates and Aviation club for weekly workouts. It is driven by a woman who navigates on the radio, gets DJed by her 4 year old or sometimes quietly reflects. The thoughts are about politics, family, humor, literature, art or fitness. Sometimes they are excruciatingly longwinded, other times they are gossipy and hot.
I hope you will all enjoy!