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Federer is going to lose to Andy Roddick or Fernando Gonzalez. When have the Swiss ever been dominant in anything besides hiding their national ties to facists, banking, chocolate, and the winter olympics.

I'm not a big Roddick fan now. He was allright until about 3 years ago when he started an unfortunate spiral into being a total power tool. He dated Mandy Moore when she was 17 and won ONE major then basically started mailing it in; bought a house on Lake Travis in Austin and called John Mayer whenever he was in town. He probably won't beat Federer in a major but may have tagged Melissa Joan Hart in her early to mid twenties prime, of which I would be infinitely jealous. Maybe if he gets the big win I'll start pulling for him again.



But Fernando Gonzalez was awesome today against Nadal. I'll be rooting for him for a few reasons. Most important of those is because he plays exactly like I do except at a professional pace. I thought I had invented the run around to make sure and hit the forehand everytime. Nope. Fernando Gonzalez beat me to it. And it is a monster shot. Sort of like playing with Carlos Moya in Virtua Tennis.

The other reason I'm pulling for him is because he is Chilean and Chile is fucking badass. There are literally 1000's of lakes, 3000 miles of Pacific Coast, 6000 meter mountains, zero posionous/dangerous animals and possibly the greatest entrepreneurial achievement I can think of, cafes con piernas.

Gonzalez and his coke head doubles partner won some Olympic medals in '04. On what may have been my first visit to the aforementioned cafe, the local tv news was broadcasting from the central plaza of Concepcion with Gonzalez and Massu on the roof of a hotel I had stayed at a few nights earlier. Excited with the prospect of massive, flag waiving crowds but disappointed with leaving the cafe, we went to go see the Chilean champs stand on a roof, show off their medals and start chants with a bullhorn. And I bought a flag.