Last night my gut reaction to the women's Australian Open final was "good for Amelie Mauresmo for finally winning a big one, but I'll bet if she'd been given half a chance she would have choked it all away." But then I thought about it some more and read what others in the tennis world were saying, and then I realized that I had completely missed what was really going on. Patrick McEnroe had Justine figured out precisely: “She just pulled a Roberto Duran. She got sick of getting her butt kicked and said, ‘No mas.'”
So I stand corrected. Mauresmo kept it all together and was completely blowing the "demented dwarf" off the court -- and Justine just wasn't going to allow Amelie the satisfaction of her big Grand Slam moment.
As Peter Bodo pointed out, "it's all about Justine" (and to think that I was trying to pinpoint why I hated her so much just a few days ago). Shame on you Justine. She's managed to hit an all-time low by walking off the court without finishing the match. Her "I've never been healthier in two years/my tummy hurts/I mean, my shoulder hurts" routine was the final nail in her herpes-infected coffin. She gives controversy a bad name.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 12:01 AM