A friend of mine pointed out that Mirka Federer, after attending her 30th Grand Slam final, still bothered to record the trophy ceremony for her husband—whose every offhand utterance, let alone metal-hoisting victory speech, is documented by a flickering panopticon of cameras and instantly cemented into Tennis History—on her personal iPhone.
She wanted the angle from the player’s box.
How does she manage to care so much, still? How does Roger, after his record-setting 20th major, still manage to care as much as he does?
How do you manage to still care? If you’d been tuned into the full Year of Roger, and if you’ve seen him burn right through one of the softest draws he’s enjoyed at a major, it might prove difficult to get too worked up about his latest Australian Open victory.
Apologies to the millions of frothing, Swiss-flag face-painted fans personally offended by this sentiment, and to the two sets of radiant Federer twins.
Your dad is still pretty great.