Pretty in Pink

I know I said I wouldn't do any more pink puns, but this is a special occasion.

And I don't want to get too crazy and too excited or anything, but OMFG Roger WON!

People can put as many caveats around this win as they want. Sure, he barely played the first two matches with all the retirements. Sure, he's not at his full power yet. Sure, he didn't play or Djokovic or Murray or Nadal or whomever you might want to name. Sure, he didn't hang the moon.

BUT HE WON.

And that is all that matters to me.

Sometimes it means more to me when Federer wins not playing his best tennis than when he does. People underestimate his fighting ability something severe, but he is made of stern stuff in amongst all that talent. And he can wear a pink shirt like nobody's business. He played some super stuff this week - maybe not GodFed stuff, but some really good stuff. But what he really showed was grit, and that is what will get him through the US Open. It has got him through the US Open time and time again, and memories seem curiously selective in this area...

But enough critiquing of the tennis media. Let's bask in the win. Because it is FREAKING AWESOME.