There was not much to say about the match between Simona Halep and Sara Sorribes Tormo other than that the señorita from Castellón de la Plana gave it the old college try and the mighty mite (five-six) from Constanta never gave her a break.
’Twas the first round in the ladies draw at the storied Internationaux de France, aka French Open, at the renovated Roland-Garros location on the east side of Paris, before a few hundred spectators. Rescheduled from late May to late September due to the Wuhan bug, The American Spectator sports watched with the aid of one of these “streaming” devices that, along with group telecoms and other ingenious gizmos, are revolutionizing work.
And society. And social relations. And human relations. It is not the gizmos’ fault. You cannot blame the automobile for road havoc and traffic jams, nor guns for murder and mayhem. Like the Winchester carried by the hardy souls who won the West, it all depends on you, dear reader, and you, my thoughtful editors, what we do with what we have.
This is a lesson of our recent trials, and it really should be the theme of the president’s campaign. Actually, it could be the theme of his challenger’s campaign as well. Instead of whining and blaming, we should ask if we are making sensible use of the gifts a stern and benevolent Creator has given us.
One reason I always have been drawn to tennis, as a sport and a social phenomenon, is that, like other sports but perhaps more so, it puts the question starkly. You win or you lose, no second chances. But you can return and try again and win, the story of Miss Halep’s brave career.
Miss Halep’s mind was focused, sharp. She uses her gifts with precision, her eye, her eye-arm, when a drop shot when a winner, when a running volley; her speed, her wits.
It was Miss Halep’s birthday, and after a two-set (the second a bagel) demolition of her opponent, she put it plainly: she feels more mature on the court, not prone to the nerves, the loss of momentum. She controlled direction and pace on nearly every point; when it was over, she lifted her eyes through the new center court roof and made the signum crucis, without ostentation but truly and joyfully. She is a lady.
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