No more drop shots, sideslips, panama hats in the stands and endless rallies. The French Open closed its doors Sunday evening and it feels terribly.
...You had the results of your exams. You need to resit.
...You put the broom in the closet. As well as the net and the garden hose.
...You can put your socks directly into the washing machine without shaking them.
...Your sister is allowed to watch TV in the afternoon again.
...You get out again the afternoon. Hard... You were so much better slouching in your sofa, a can in one hand and the remote in the other.
...You hang in JD Sports and look at the Djokovic’s Head. With that, you know it, you too would play like a legend.
...Tennis has no secret for you. Then you look at the table of the Queens: there are plenty of players you've never heard of. Shit...
...People are saying again that the last French winner of the French Open is Noah. Yes, 33 years without a successor.
...The hashtags #tennis #Tsonga #Nadal #Federer #Murray and Co., have disappeared.
...The commentators did your head in: next year you will subscribe to Eurosport.
... You look for football on TV. In vain. You're feeling down here...
... The press gets interested in cycling again.
... Rafael Nadal bites Musketeers Cup. Oh no look, not this year.
... Nobody around you is talking about tennis.
...No more horrible outfits made by the equipment manufacturers. Time for white.
...The seasonal paper of recent years: is Federer’s 18th Grand Slam title getting closer?
...The most prominent Spanish of the next 15 days is called Feliciano Lopez.
...You only play with Slazenger balls.
...You have a hard time on the pronunciation of 's-Hertogenbosch.
...The clay court season is not over yet though. See you in the second week of Wimbledon, when there won't be a blade of grass left on the baseline.
... The ball doesn't come back anymore when you hit like a bull.
…The hawk-eye resumes its duties.
...You put your polo shirt and your beige shorts in your closet.
...You can go back to your tennis club without having to book it before.
...The next time you will see French actors again this summer will be in the columns of a tabloid.
...You think that Gustavo Kuerten would have had much more trouble to show his love to the audience of Wimbledon.
...You feel the smell of freshly mowed grass.
...Rallies rarely exceed ten shots.
...You see what a false rebound is.
...Your first ball becomes your friend again. And the volley your mistress.
...Spaniards start to lose in the first round again.
