27 Like Federer

Last month, my life was dominated by two things:

• Battlestar Galactica
• Tennis
  

Within the space of three weeks, I watched all four seasons of Battlestar Galactica back to back to back to back, and while I LOVE this show and it's totally excellent and I'm completely addicted, I must admit that it made me pretty depressed. After all, I just spent all my non-work hours watching my favorite characters' hopes and dreams turn to ashes and death.

A friend on Facebook "tagged" me in their 25 Random Things note, and as I tried to come up with my own list, I realized that all my things were reactions to Battlestar Galactica. It went something like this:

1. I wish I could be a fighter pilot like Starbuck.
2. Those of you who know me realize this is totally ridiculous because I get airsick on commercial jumbo jets.
   
3. Please oh please, why can't it be Friday yet?!
4. P.S. I really want Lee and Kara to get together.

Thankfully for the world (and myself), I didn't publish it. (Yes, there is some irony to publishing it here, but I don't think anyone reads this.)

So when the Australian Open started, I was psyched to watch Federer dominate everyone and cheer me up.  Here's a picture of Caprice watching Roddick beat Djokivic:

Caprice loves tennis, and we love how she goes SPLAT on the screen trying to catch the ball. And in case you're curious, yes, we're watching TV on a monitor, because our beloved Epson projector, from way back in our college days, finally bit the dust.

Anyways, watching Federer ended up making me even more depressed, since he lost that gruesome heart-breaking final to Nadal in five sets, even though Nadal had just played a record-breaking five-setter two days before.  People ask how I could root against Nadal, and the answer is that I don't root against Nadal -- I like Nadal!  I just have to root for Federer because a.) he's awesome, and b.) he's 27 like me.  I hate how the announcers keep saying he's "getting old" and I really don't want to believe that the best is behind him (i.e. me).  If you want to see a real flame-out, look at Britney Spears...who's, oh wait, also 27. D'oh. Sigh.

I couldn't even watch Federer's interviews afterwards, he looked so sad.

On the bright side, this caused us to get off our butts and stop being depressed about TV.

That same weekend, Chris's men's combo 6.5 doubles team won the USTA NorCal Sectionals in Sacramento!  Not quite the same as the Australian Open, but we'll take it. Here's a few action shots I caught, when he and Ashok were playing on center court (the "Arthur Ashe" of beginner's tennis, or something):

Congrats to the champions!