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After these letdowns, everything else seems superfluous. Barry Bonds homered in the House that Ruth Built, and Schilling's Diamondbacks outlasted Pedro's Red Sox at Fenway. Big deal. Same with the French Open. On the women's side one Williams sister beat the other. What else is new? And on the men's side, no-name Albert Costa defeated the lesser-known Juan Carlos Ferrero. Could anyone have possibly cared? And it's certain few Americans care very much about the World Cup in the Orient, especially with those games kicking off during graveyard shift hours.
If there's a sports fan in America who doesn't feel a little bit ripped off after this weekend, then he's either Juan Carlos Ferrero's cousin or (even more improbably) he had a tenner on 70-1 longshot Sarava in the Belmont.
Maybe it'll teach us a lesson. Maybe it'll spur us to do some yard work or read a book. Far-fetched? Perhaps? Then again, who'd ever heard of Sarava before this weekend?