looping roar

this is for those who missed my posted link on rafa's roar --- or unbridled fury elsewhere on this site and beyond.

he's so hard

that's right, you read it here: rafael nadal is sooo HARD.

number 10

... his 10th loss this season and it's still shocking news. take heart, fed fans.

mustn't neglect the hamster

in spite of myself, i find myself admiring lewis hamilton's gutsy win over close rivals (both brazilians) at the hockenheim circuit last sunday.

missing nole and music

i found another gem from you tube: a mother-daughter tandem singing and dancing in 1963. so talented. so flawed. so good.

the last bit of news i could pull out about novak djokovic dates back to his second round loss at wimbledon to marat safin. since then, he hasn't hit the headlines anymore. bring back my serb! ajde nole!

rafa lights up the heavens

one week after and i'm still glowing.

and how! the kid wins his first wimbledon and is immortalised in proportions worthy of the greek misogynists on olympus.

and more. so much interest spawned for the sport that even though he pulled out of stuttgart this week (he's defending champ), i got daily updates on cnn's world sport!

more updates over at my sports blog, friends

comatose

am still overcome by sweeping emotions. happy beyond belief. the one year agony of waiting and hoping and believing came to fruition last night, after camping on my futon for 7 straight hours, allergies ravaging my skin, i unable to move beyond getting myself a glass of water each time my throat dried, allowing myself another trip to munch on a pear... last year's debacle is a distant memory, a necessary pain that culminates in this fireworks of joy.

it is the morning after and i am still hung over. caught in a state of tears and laughter, relief and vindication.

he is a one-surface wonder no more. he isn't just a clay specialist. he is special. he is the new king of the championships at wimbledon. he is my one and only rafael nadal.

in love with el capitaine and el toro

the bbc teaser/trailer ad leading to the championships (oh pompousness, thy name is wimbledon!) shows a clip of past wimbledon champions playing an exciting tennis match on centre court, interposing shots of borg, evert, navratilova, connors, mcenroe, serena williams, et al until the last shot is taken by roger, who is frozen in midair, with the lines, "wimbledon: where greatness awaits".

the men's semifinals are set: two top seeds face two unseeded veterans. if my dream final comes to pass, i will be floating in cloud 9 for weeks to come.

sveltie's yummy men

it's a glutton's dream come true tomorrow when the men's quarterfinals action begins at 14.00 belgian time (13.00 wimbledon time).

rafa? check.

mara? check.

feliciano lopez? check.

baby face mario? check.

don pa lang panalo na.