Picnic Hill

The picnic's finally over and done with, and boy! what a picnic it was. Not a very phenomenal championship, but some of the matches were really thrilling. Can't say I followed all of them but didn't miss the good ones. And the men's final was the real ACT IV. Have always been biased for Roger and just couldn't miss this one. Nadal proved to be a worthy finalist and there were so many times when I stared in disbelief at the TV wondering whether Fedex wouldn't be able to break Bjorn Borg's record. But it had to happen. And it was so good.

But the golden rule still remains. The coolest head gets the game. Be it Roddick vs Gasquet or the second set of today's match, the moment the player had his nerves on end, he started committing unforced errors, double faults, et al. So it is the calm, composed player who rises above the rest. And we've seen that happen for the last five years. The humble, quiet, collected Federer, comes, does his thing, smiles and smiles some more and goes back home with the booty. That's the way one is a true winner, be it anywhere.