Missed Chances

There are certain events in a man's life that he cannot miss. Your wedding. The birth of your first child. Star Wars: A New Hope. For me, it was three words and then you'll understand.

Federer vs. Nadal.

The worse part of all this was that I planned my day accordingly. I came home late from work at 9:30am and was ready for the match. But when ominous storm clouds appeared in London's sky after two sets, I convinced myself to take a nap.

You know the rest of the story and the rest of the match better than I do. I woke up at 7pm and hoped to God that the first thing I hear is "Nadal wins in straight sets in the most overhyped matchup of all time." Instead, I hear the following:

"Nadal took the first two sets, and then...that's when the fun begins. In the longest match in Wimbledon's history and quite possibly the greatest match in Wimbledon's history, this instant classic went to Nadal in five sets."

If you don't understand the pain of my experience, you've never been a sports fan. But for the few of you who form this minority, it's like playing the lottery everyday of your life. And on the day that you don't have any cash, your lucky numbers win the jackpot.

Sorry for the misleading title, but there's nothing EMO about this post. It's more like a terrible Alanis Morisette song come to life.

Except there are no ugly lesbians singing along.