Meanwhile in Paris.

This fourth set of the men's French Open final between Nadal and Federer may be the best I've ever watched. Two giants of the game, after lopsided opening sets, are slugging it out and it is magnificent to witness. The thing I've always loved and wondered about in tennis is the hyooge changes in momentum, such as Federer winning 6-1 in the first set today and then Nadal coming back to reverse it in the second set. After all, it's not like in team sports where you can bring in a reliever out of the bullpen or a specialist off the bench; they're the same players they were in the previous set, with the same strengths and weaknesses, and no advice from their coaches during play. They must adjust themselves, in real time, on the court. [Case in point, Nadal had six unforced errors to start out the match, while Federer had none; at the start of the fourth set, Federer had 47 to Nadal's 21.] Which is why tennis is a most glorious sport. Anyway, I hope Nadal can pull this one into a tiebreaker and take it home; always root for the guy in capri pants.