I take it all back

anything mean I have ever said about Juan Martin del Potro (um, not that I have ever said anything mean about him, I don't think, although I vaguely recall I was upset after Miami), I completely take it all back. I thought he would bend over and grab his ankles for TMF: way to prove me wrong, Gigantor. and we have only the second man to win a Grand Slam other than Roger or Rafa in the past however many years, and the first person other than Rafa to ever beat Fed in a GS final. props where props are due. also, he's kind of adorable! all lanky and stuff. I'm curious to see whether this will lead to the Big Four expanding into the Fab Five or something like that. Novak needs to get his shit together, seriously, the space between him and del Potro just shrank to a little over 600 points. (Nole, bb, please, I love you to bits and pieces but it kind of hurts me when you lose.)

also, Kim Clijsters! thank you for saving the US Open for me last night, and proving that moms can still play ball. I had an entertaining bitchfest with aramley a while back over the lack of tennis HABs to go along with the rather spectacular tennis WAGs, but Kim Clijsters' husband is definitely doing a stellar job of representing the husbands and boyfriends of the WTA. (also Sybille Bammer's boyfriend, I have to say. that is one dedicated, devoted partner.) I'm really hoping that this will lead to more attractive bfs sitting in the stands with fashionable shades and looks of blank incomprehension while the ladies kick ass and take names. (JJ's braindead model toyboy is a step in the right direction if you ask me!)

still quietly mourning the Rafa/Nole that could have been, of course, and longing for shiny happy fic to soothe the soul, but my sheer astonishment over del Potro's victory has made me feel a lot better. holy crap, who saw that coming?