The Austin, Texas, airport and Centre Court at the All England Club seldom turn up in the same sentence or even paragraph, but the heady recent plight of Andy Roddick has melded them as evocative benchmarks.
Suddenly, it has grown relevant that as eyeballs all over the planet went rapt last July 6 over a Wimbledon men's singles final for which even "mesmerizing" might not suffice, nobody gave a hoot about the tennis afterthought hanging around that airport some 4,915 miles west.
" Roddick said Friday on one of the better days of his 26-year existence. "You know, I didn't want to watch, 'cause it's tough watching, 'cause you wish you were there. Especially the kind of mental state I was in at that point, it hurt to watch. And then, you know, I landed and it was the match that it was. You know, there was no chance of me getting out of that airport before it was finished."
There he stood Friday on Centre Court holding his hand over his baseball cap in incomprehension of what he'd done, still ranked No. 6 -- and everyone cared.
With his gripping mastery of No. 3 Murray and all the attending British din by 6-4, 4-6, 7-6 (7), 7-6 (5) in a semifinal, following on his five-set wriggle through Lleyton Hewitt in a quarterfinal, Roddick had gone all the way from the Austin airport on one Wimbledon final Sunday to striding out to Centre Court with Federer on the next, even if proving that to get from Austin to Wimbledon, you do have to change planes.
He had gone from wondering earnestly whether the 2006 U.S. Open might have been his last Grand Slam final to tacking on a third Wimbledon final against Federer, the elegant giant who somehow has graced 16 of the last 17 major finals -- the latest by dint of his 7-6 (3), 7-5, 6-3 passage through Tommy Haas earlier Friday that secured his seventh consecutive Wimbledon final and 20th appearance in a Slam final, both records.
By Friday in the English sun, Roddick moved around the court liquidly. Through four taut sets against a surging 22-year-old craftsman who had beaten Roddick three straight times and dismantled him in the third round of the 2006 Wimbledon, Roddick calmly repelled umpteen prospective visits from negativity, his former sidekick.
He served like Andy Roddick, doled out demanding approach shots and won 48 of a whopping 75 net approaches. He forgot mishaps. He appeared the more vibrant player as he drove Murray off the court to serial inconvenience.
Roddick said of Stefanki, "He's certainly, you know, well-studied. Kind of picks the right times to discuss stuff. You know, it's not always the same, it doesn't feel monotonous. Not always the same time that he picks and chooses to talk about an upcoming match. You know, I certainly got the sense that he believed that we could get back to this point. You know, that was large."
Much as McEnroe found a reborn surge with Stefanki in a later career phase in 1992, Roddick has gone to the Australian Open semifinals, his first French Open fourth round, and to the curtain call on semifinal Friday before an admiring audience he applauded for its passion, wherever directed.
From there, he all but skipped out, ambled up the steps toward the locker room and suddenly halted. He bent over briefly and tried to "make myself maybe believe" what had just happened, and he did so right there in the staircase and really quite far from the Austin airport.
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