I know. Its been a while since I have written a new post. Not that it matters to me. After all, I maintain this blog for my pleasure, not yours. Reader satisfaction is purely coincidental and not always guaranteed.
Truth is, I do check the stats once in a while. I don’t apply search engine optimization tricks so the stats are dismal, which suits me fine. As I said before, I do this for my pleasure and not because I want to preach to millions. It appears that I have a faithful following of about 350 readers, which prompts me to reach out and share my thoughts once in a while.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of people you are, dear readers. Why do you read this blog? I respect your desire to do so but I do question your motives. Not in a derogatory way, of course, but just wondering why. A typical early Sunday afternoon question, one might say.
Having just watched one of my up and coming young heroes win the Formula 1 race in Monza, Italy, and looking forward to the animalistic and aggressive “playing” style of Rafael Nadal later this afternoon at the U.S. Open tennis championship, I find myself in a rather mellow mood even though my hero, Roger Federer, was knocked out of the championship early on. My explanation: he is a mountain boy and does not do well in the heat and humidity of New York City in August. I know I wouldn’t. I would die after the first game, let alone a set.
Yes, I have heroes, for lack of a better word to describe people whom I admire for their poise, discipline, focus, and general humanity. They are just good people, especially Federer. I have never seen the man loose his cool on or off the court, unlike some of those louts in other, mostly team, sports, in the USA and abroad. Roger is just a true gentleman who loves his family and his sport. Why can’t I be more like him? Because I’m a lazy underachiever, that’s why. The secret is out.
Update: Nadal won his match after five grueling sets. He fought like a wounded tiger until the end and prevailed. Bravo!