Friday, 13 July 2018

#211

Even as I kept waiting for the match between Nadal and Djokovic to begin, I was slowly but surely sucked into the vortex of this epic first semi-final clash between John Isner and Kevin Anderson. Lasting 6 hours and 36 minutes, this was a battle for the ages. I have been watching Wimbledon on television since 1987, but I can hardly recall such a monumental display of skill, stamina, and energy. Tough luck John...somebody had to lose it. But it was quite exhilarating. That's what sport can do to you, to us.
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