I know why Roger Federer lost this year’s Roland Garros.  It is because the live TV program keeps on focusing on his girlfriend’s pretty but not so dazzling face.

Roger keeps on hitting the ball low that would usually hit the net causing him this year’s French Open championship.  It’s obvious from the face of Roger’s girlfriend that she belongs to the weighty side of the scale.  Instead of just sitting and watching his boyfriend lose, she should have laid down on the middle the net to keep it lower for his boyfriend’s ball to reach the other side of the court.

Another reason why he lost the match and the elusive championship is because he gets stunned with the loud scary grunts of Rafa Nadal causing him to slip and trip on the slippery clay.

  I hate seeing my preferred and world’s number 1 Federer lose but let me give credit to the younger and sexier Rafa.  The whole game showed how impressively aggressive Nadal was.  It made me upset, Federer annoyed and Federer’s girlfriend disturbed.

One thing I noticed, every time the Spaniard serves he would touch his behind and adjust his jockstrap.  He must have worn a smaller size.  Even then, Rafael Nadal has proven again that he is actually the King of the Clay Court, winning 3 championships of the French Open in 3 consecutive years.

Losing sucks!

While munching a bunch of pinipig chocolate flakes, I enjoyed watching the men’s finals of 2007 Australian Open on StarSports channel.  The spectacular tennis game was between, Chile’s pride Fernando Gonzales and my personal favorite, world’s number 1, Roger Federer.

With his usual piercing eyes and mega focused play, Roger Federer won the game without losing a set.  Switzerland’s Fedelicious displayed brilliance, grace, poise and power all throughout the game.  The steamrolling Gonzales failed to match the uncanny speed and moves of King Roger.  He was totally in command!

One thing I missed though, he did not cry this time during the awarding ceremony.  Unlike last year, he was like an endearing boy who could not contain himself due to the overflowing emotion he felt when he won the game.

On the last point when King Roger won the grandslam title, I jumped, clapped and shouted crazy like a loony fan.  Then, I suddenly noticed the sofa where I was seating.  It was full of crumbs from the pinipig chocolate flakes I was munching.  Pati pwet ko may flakes!  Nag-walis tuloy ako!

It was only last night that I was able to watch the 2006 Wimbeldon game finals between Sweden’s Roger Federer and Spain’s Rafael “Vamos” Nadal.  It was a big flare!  I am all alone in my unit watching a rerun and yet I was clapping and shouting like crazy in every game point.  The two tennis warriors gave it all. 

Nadal was in his usual self, being fierce, pulsating and vibrant in every move.  Roger Federer my 3^rd most favorite tennis player of all time was just unbeatable (my all time favorite is Ivan Lendl while my second most favorite is Pete “the curly and hairy” Sampras).  Federer was also in his usual self, non-reactive, quiet and calm but stunningly deadly in every shot!  Every time Federer shouts “Come On!!!” I would clap like hell since reactions like this from the 2006 king of the grass court is so rare.

Of course my bet Federer won! Yehey!

President Gloria Arroyo prior to going to the Philippines from Spain decided to cross Germany to watch the world’s greatest sports game – soccer.  While watching the quarter finals between Germany and Argentina she luckily seated beside the president of FIFA.  With her persuading words and charm she was able to convince the FIFA president to include the Philippines to participate in the world cup even if it has been running half-way through.

After the game and on her way back to the Philippines, Gloria made an immediate shortlist of players who would play at the World Cup.  Beside the list of players’ names she also wrote her justifications so that in case her god-son Cheez Escudero and the opposition would question her about the selection, she would have enough reasons why these people were chosen.  The lucky players are:

1. Frankie (the scary yet gentle giant of Pinoy Big Brother) – he will be the goalkeeper.  With his long limbs, surely all soccer balls can be easily blockaded.  Moreover, with his scary looks, opponents will surely not go near him.
2. Manny Pacquiao and Robin Padilla – soccer is known to have very poignant spectators and players.  Due to these running wild emotions, it has been a usual scenario that brawls happen.  To protect Pinoy players from this circumstance, Manny and Robin will be the best Philippine represetatives in case this brute situation arise.
3. Zanjoe Marudo and Sam Milby – a handful of soccer players are gorgeous and good-looking.  To create the illusion that Filipinos also possess this striking physical qualities, Zanjoe and Sam are the finest pick.
4. Madam Auring – aside from creating a mark for the Philippines to line-up the first female soccer player in the World Cup, Madam Auring can predict who among the opponent players will score.  This will truly help Frankie who to traumatize with his looks during the game.
5. Willie Revillame – the Philippine team would not just want it as as sports game but also a money making venture.  Due to the inability to finalize the national budget to finance the team, Willie can actually solicit money from the hoards of spectators while singing the Wowowee theme song.  Wow, the collection is in Euro!
6. The Tulfo Brothers (Mon, Ben and Erwin) – soccer entails the players to do a lot of kicking.  These three brothers have been doing a lot of that.  Kicking the assess of suspected criminals and bad elements in the society.
7. Rustom Padilla and Richard Gutierrez – aside from the Tulfo brothers, these two guys can actually help in scoring.  Richard will just need to spread his wings ‘Mulawin’ style.  There has been fresh news that Rustom accepted the role for Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah, the Pinoy gay superhero.  In this case these two guys can just fly within the arena while keeping the ball on air and never let the opponents touch it!

Gloria finished her list, reviewed it and felt satisfied.  Back to the Philippines and on her way down the airport tarmac, you can here her mumble a song, ‘Here we go! Ole Ole Ole…"