Sunday, September 3, 2006
Milk, 2006, Oil on Panel, 12x12
I know I said I wasn't going to post all weekend, but I really just have to profess my love for Andre Agassi. I watched his final US Open today and must admit to getting a bit teary eyed.
I started following tennis around the time I met Doug and frankly my favorite players were (and still are, I am embarrassed to admit) the guys who I thought were cute. So there you are, I am SO shallow. Andre caught my eye, how could I miss him? The bleached blonde mullet, the bike shorts, the neon colored head bands (it was the eighties, after all). I have watched Andre grow up (he doesn't know it but we grew up together, I was just a bit ahead of him). For awhile, I was pretty sure that if he ever met me he would immediately fall in love with me, but alas, Doug came between us. Anyway, I felt proud of him for going from a brash, fashion-conscious teen who didn't seem to care whether he won or not, to a highly respected top ranked player, who finally did care, not just in the results but about his journey. The thing I have always respected most about him was that he always seemed to be a really gracious loser as well as a good winner too.
Certainly he will go through a transition to adjust to a life that doesn't revolve around the tennis tour, but I suspect he will be fine. I hope he feels excited about the next stage of his life, just as I did when I started painting again; it's exhilarating to have a whole new life in front of you.
Call me fickle, but now I am off to watch Roger Federer, uh, because I think he is really cute. Ok, ok, he could technically be my own son, and I am pretty sure he would call me "ma'am", or the Swiss equivalent if we met, but still.