Hello! Guess what! I’m writing from the land of Roger Federer. Actually, I even went to Roger’s hometown, looking for some kind of festivities after his historic win, but could find anything. Apparently, Basel, unlike LA, doesn’t believe in bankrupting their government in search of a party after their sports win. But anyway, I’m not the only person writing about Roger. I’ve been seeing his name everywhere in the media. So far, my favorite has been this one, comparing the Fed to a robot from the matrix.

During the final, I couldn’t help focusing on … the button on Federer’s Nike shirt. Through more than four hours of punishing tennis, sun-baked by British standards, it remained buttoned up. I mean, come on!

Yet, despite days of Swiss brainwashing, I’m still feeling sorry for Roddick.