__________________ "What kind of shape am I in now? Well round is a shape." said Roddick with a laugh. "I had a very detailed retirement plan, and I feel like I've met every aspect of it: a lot of golf, a lot of carbs, a lot of fried food, and some booze, occasionally — I've been completely committed ... The results have shown."
Murray - the abuse he sends toward his players' box. It's been curbed a bit with Lendl around but there are still times you wonder about how long the others have put up with it.
Ferrer - in my opinion, he's the most attractive player off court. But you cannot tell based on his on-court appearance (on the ladies side, Zvonareva is the same way). Agree about how his limited English, as endearing as it is, ends up hiding his intelligence.
Gasquet - when you can tell the exact moment he's checked out of a match. Also has an on-court vs off-court appearance issue, like Ferrer. Except while Ferrer's on-court style seems functional, Gasquet ends up looking goofy between points.
Andy Murray: 2012 Olympic gold and silver medalist. US Open Champ. Wimbledon champ. Never been prouder of him.
The Brian Baker Story. Proof that truth is stranger than fiction... until Hollywood buys the rights and proceeds to keep screwing the script up.
1. That he drastically altered his fundamental playing style.
2. The firing of Brad Gilbert and subsequent hiring of Dene Goldfine
3. The occasional deference he showed towards Fed.
1. The Nadal fanboyism
2. His occasional regression into utter passivity.
1. His failure to be more of a presence over the course of the last decade.
2. The periods in his career where he seemed so disconnected from the game.
Each of them: I don't mind their respective on-court attitudes in general. I've never felt embarrassed by or for them during any rant or confrontation save for certain exceptions (Roddick vs. that poor USO lineswoman in 2010). But I seriously hate it if and when they've allowed their emotional outbursts to hinder them in any way, which has been unfortunately abundant.
“But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.” - Melville, Moby Dick