Oh my god oh my god, you guys. Watching sports is the bane of my fucking life - it has made me so unproductive tonight. I only scheduled out my late afternoon to watch the US Open men's final but because of the rain delay...turns out my entire night is gone to staring at my TV and feeling at turns happy and conflicted about Nadal and Djokovic. I love them both. So much. But Rafa is my number one. But Nole fought so hard and did so well against break points and set points and pulling himself up from behind. His forehand is amazing. He pulled off some amazing shots. But-- Rafa. Rafa. He has pushed himelf to improve so much since just last year. His serve! Do you guys see his serve? This man is incredible; he definitely deserves being number one in the world.
I cannot lie: I've wanted Rafa to win since the beginning. I'm almost sorry it was a Nadal vs. Djokovic final because if Nadal had been playing Federer, I could have whole-heartedly cheered for total destruction. But I am not really sorry because NOLE. ♥ And Nole defeating Federer?
Means after this tournament, he moves to number two in the world. I am filled with joy, okay. JOY. MY TWO FAVORITES WHO HAVE FOUGHT BITTERLY TO IMPROVE THEIR GAME AND PUSHED THEMSELVES TO TOP IN THE WORLD.
The final:
Nadal wins, 6-4 5-7 6-4 6-2. His first US Open. The first time since 1969 a man has won 3 grand slams in one year. Rafa's career grand slam, collecting wins at all four major tournaments! At 24. God. ♥♥♥ Felicidades, Rafa! So so happy for you. (Summer of Spain, seriously; they have won so many major sporting events this year.)
OKAY, SORRY, BEST MOMENT IS DEFINTIELY THE UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL HUG BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM AFTER. STANDING OVATION FOR BOTH, OKAY? THEIR SPEECHES WERE BOTH RIDICULOUS HUMBLE AND SWEET AND THEY ARE SO RESPECTFUL OF EACH OTHER AND OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU, HUG MORE, ALL THE TIME. /BEAMING
Now for less happy sports news: I miss the Birmingham v. Liverpool match on Sunday to go apple-picking and I find out they drew 0-0? What is this. LIVERPOOL, SUCK LESS, HOW WILL YOU EVEN QUALIFY FOR CHAMPIONS LEAGUE LIKE THIS?
Ugh, sports make me so fucking unproductive. I am going to go spend money I shouldn't on dresses (because I have no willpower, none at all - and you will get pics, maybe, when they arrive) and then...eat my late dinner...and then do work. Yes. It will happpen, I swear to god Tom Hardy.