Posted by Dave: The weather's friggin' awesome this afternoon, and the Open's continuing to bore me to tears. So I'll go ahead and make my predictions for next weekend so that I can get out and hit some balls. Champions-to-be: Djokovic and Serena.
Djok was on fire this morning. And last time I bothered to watch Serena (something I find less enjoyable than cleaning toilets), she looked rock-solid, too.
The New York Post says, "She's playing with confidence and competitiveness again." No, not Serena, but Ivanovic. It's a nice thought to think she'll beat Serena in the next round, but I'm not that much of an optimist or a dreamer. There's just not a bold fearlessness to Ivanovic's game like there was a few years ago, before success went (literally) to her head. I hope she can shut off her brain, stop analyzing while she's playing, and just take it to Serena. But, again, that's wishful thinking.
I'd also like to dream a little dream for Sam Stosur, who I've long admired. (She's got a nice blend of power and finesse, sort of like Mauresmo or Navratilova.) But I used up all my U.S. Open hope on Sharapova, and I can't take any more disappointment this year. Stosur, you're on your own.
As far as Djok, nothing's going to stop him. I mean, seriously. Look at the guy. He's cranking the serve, killing every shot and taking names along the way.
The only drama we might see on the men's side is Federer vs. Tsonga and Roddick vs. Nadal, if these guys all make it to the quarters. Tsonga's had flashes of brilliance, and you have to like his fighting spirit. Roddick seems determined (I think) to fight, too. But, Tsonga can get streaky and Roddick can get, well, Roddicky. So, I'm feeling like it will be Djok taking care of Nadal in the final -- which, for the record, was my original prediction.
Donald Young might survive another round or two. That would be pretty great. But not as great as this sunny-and-70 weather here in Des Moines today.
Gotta run, y'all. The court's calling me.
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