Like A Pimp

I doubt many of you watched Roger Federer trounce Paul Capdeville 6-1, 6-4, 6-4, at the U.S. Open last night, which is unfortunate. For you. Federer, totally pimping by dressing entirely in black, put on a clinic, hitting lasers all over the court. Capedeville was simply outclassed. Federer was straight up messing with this dude, pulling out all sorts of shots from his endless arsenal. Up next for Federer is 6-9 Georgia Bulldog John Isner, who coincidentally, thinks Federer ain't shit. Here's to a long weekend filled with tennis. Maybe one of these years I will stop moving apartments at the end of August and I can go back to Flushing and take in some matches. As I've said many times before, The U.S. Open was my absolute favorite sporting event to go to when I lived in NYC. The crowds are plentiful but polite, the beer and food are a step beyond regular ballpark fare and the atmosphere is second to none. It also earned a new place in my heart by being the only channel on TV not talking about Michael fucking Vick while I was unpacking on Monday.

The other big event on TV last night that you didn't watch was the SuperLiga Final between Pachuca and the L.A. Galaxy. The Gals lost in a shootout when Landon "What's the Opposite of Clutch?" Donovan missed his PK, which would have won the game. Pachuca buried their next chance and LA missed again. Game, Set, $1 million prize. Oh, and David Beckham was hurt. He had a nasty collision going for a ball mid way through the first half. It was easy to tell he was hurt right away. The early diagnosis is some ligament damage, so he'll be on the shelf for 4-6 weeks, missing the rest of the MLS season and Euro qualifiers for Engerland. Sucks for them. It sucks even worse for the Galaxy. They are out of the MLS playoff race and with Beckham gone, they're just playing out the string at this point.