'Final set' took on a different meaning. It meant Roddick hanging on and Roddick once again, upsetting Federer and Roddick making Federer's record breaking win all the more deserving, all the more memorable. My sleep deprieved body cried through the last hour but who can let go of a match like that once you've watched it?
AYG has ended for me. I'm now well-acquainted with smashes, aces, rallies, blocks, crossfires, the collective cries of a crowd, the desperate lunges and the firm thud of the ball against the ground. Now sporting a pseudo-tan, and the urge to do absolutely nothing, it's back to school.
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