i caught the end game of the sampras-federer match up on balls tv. the even twas called clash of times, a battle between the current world no. 1, federer, and one of the greatest tennis players of all time, sampras.
i was rooting for sampras. seeing him play again, against the reigning top player no less, was nostalgic. it brought memories of not so long ago, hehe, when my sister and i used to wait for special airings of his tennis matches on espn or star sports; and how we used to bargain with the heavens to make him win his first french open, even if it meant that the other players we were rooting for in other sports (especially basketball) had to lose a game as a payoff. (we thought that in rooting for teams and players, you win some and lose some, i guess that's true about life in general.)
sampras lost 7-6, 7-6. his hair was really thinning (in contrast to federer's curly locks, which he kept from being tousled for the photo ops, much to my annoyance, another vain man, hehe). he missed his shots which could have been winners during his younger days. and yes, he still looked lousy.
but at the post-match interview, he is a happy man. he's happy although he totally misses his game. he's now a daddy to two kids.
my mother was with while i was watching and she saw me cringing every time he had unforced errors. huwag ko daw dibdibin, panapanahon lang daw yun hehe. yup, sampras had his time. it is now federer's time.
kung bilog nga ang mundo, every person will have his time on top of the world. i hope the circumference isn't too big that it takes a while for every person to experience happiness in all its profundity and shallowness. at least every one could say, he was there.
or we can just make smaller circles.
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