Federer almost toyed with Roddick, though I knew Federer will win but I'm disappointed by Roddick's attitude on the court, I think he lost the match in his head long before he stepped on the court.
I loved the semis more specially Roddick-Thomas Johansson one, and I favoured Tommy, for becoming first Swede since (my all time favourite) Edberg to reach Wimbledon semis, and also coz' he uses exactly same racket as mine.
Ladies final, the longest in The Championships' history, was much more gripping and was played with visible intensity, though world no#1 Davenport lost but I still feel she is the best player around, her down-the-line shots are unmatched. She is full of determination n grit under her dreamy/detached demeanor.
And also our own Bhupathi along with a-very-fit Mary Pierce won the mixed doubles with ease, it always feels great to see any of these Lee or Hesh winning, even if not together.
England deserved to win the Natwest trophy no matter what, even when 35 were required off 29 balls and Gough-Giles in middle, I was pretty confident abt a famous English win, Gough-Giles played perfectly to the script before McGrath spoiled the party, anyways with this 'tied' match, now one thing is confirmed, Aussies are no longer the undisputed champs.
And full marks to Geraint Jones, he totally justified his selection over Chris Read. In all this tournament belonged to Symonds and Collingwood, these two guys are just brilliant in all aspects of game, and India needs exactly someone like them.
Well, this weekend my blog turned 1.
I never thought I'll be able to post 'posts' for full one year....and now after 105 posts I'm far from being bored from blogging; I started with daily diary type entries and dunno when they become interactive :-)
In other words, I completed one of year of blog hopping and enjoyed each and every minute spent in blogsville.
It was my dad's 60th b'day on sunday, no we guys don't celebrate as such, nor we did anything special, infact I don't talk too much with dad or with anyone else (wifey included) and most of the time when we talk either of us end up irritated, and now sometimes I answer him back, I hateeeeee myself for that. I promise, won't do that again, will keep my mouth SHUT no matter what. I feel guilty for lot many things/ for not doing lot many things, unlike my brothers and sister I'm yet to do anything 'special' to make him proud of me, and trouble is that I know what will make him happy and proud, and that makes my relationship with him bit more complicated, and I end up more frustrated with myself......bas bahut ho gaya...I’m not supposed to be emotional here :-)