I had a feeling this morning as I was heading out to the Open that all the players I really wanted to win would lose and I was right. There was no feeling of euphoria at the end of the day; instead I felt tired and the train trip home seemed longer than ever.
The final scores of tennis matches don't always tell the whole story, and all the players I like had their shining moments but in the end they could not prevail.
After the matches I wanted to see were over, I did enjoy an hour of wandering around the evening doubles matches. Most of the crowd had adjourned to Arthur Ashe to watch Agassi, so there were few viewers for the doubles action. But I saw some good play, from established stars like Juan Carlos Ferrero and Thomas Johansson to some of the up-and-comers like Tian Tian Sun, Ana Lena Groenefeld, Novak Djokovic and Amer Delic.
Then as I was heading out of the Tennis Centre, I decided to see if I could get into the Grandstand for a bit of Navratilova's doubles match; I expected it to be packed but apparently people were far more interested in watching Agassi than Martina. She was serving for the first set, and I felt I was seeing a bit of tennis history as she has announced this is her last Slam. She's been a great champion, a great icon for the game, and one of the tiny band of athletes who are open about their homosexuality. After she served out the set, to enormous applause, I blew her a kiss and left.