The clock has hit 4:17pm on Louis Armstrong. I just sat down on the chair, but my eyes are fixed on this little kid, twitching impatiently next to his mom, is she finished already, I have this big fat tennis ball I really really need her to sign and my ice cream cone is melting.
He is one of the couple hundred people watching my practice on the eve of this US Open. It’s remarkable. I ask my coach to take a panorama picture, it’s not one for the frame though. I am surrounded by families, their kids, grandparents. Somewhere in the mix, might even be the coach of my next opponent, scouting. Don’t waste your time, it won’t be me.
Back to the kid, I just want to whisper in his ear, “I am not only finished with practice, but my 2015 US Open is finished without any beginning”. It’s my little secret but I don’t want to let anyone down.
I don’t want to get up from this chair, but I know this is the end of my US Open campaign. I’ve got these eerie invisible elfs floating around my head, is this really an appropriate time for Harry Potter flashbacks? Come back later please!
I’m smiling now because perspective is charming and just fyi, I’m craving that little boys ice cream cone. Guess I’ll just have to find my way through midtown tonight, in search of that annoying truck melody.
In the meantime let’s celebrate what we already have and not what we are missing.
New York City, this wasn’t my year but I will be back!