* !Picby Pete Bodo*
WIMBLEDON, England—Well, this is the day numerous people from all over the UK and points elsewhere have waited for, ever since somebody noticed that an unseemly number of years had passed since Great Britain produced a men's singles champion at the All England Club.
The vibe here is extraordinary, and bound to bring a smile to your face. There's a special feeling in the air, sort of like there was when Britain's Virginia Wade stunned pundits here by winning the women's title in 1977 on the 100th anniversary of the founding of Wimbledon—and the Silver Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth's reign.
I'm not that into the royalty angle (but hey, did you see where The Duchess of Cambridge has dumped her ginger-haired husband to bring along her kid sister, Pippa Middleton?), but when journeyman Jonathan Marray started the remarkable run that last night netted him the doubles title (see my previous post, "Can You Say, "Omen?") it made me begin to think that something spooky is going on here. I mean, even the similarity in the names is uncanny.
So, while I picked Roger Federer to win the title in our TENNIS.com selections, I'm changing my pick. I think Murray will win, because of the enormous power of the historical momentum I'm feeling here. And most of you know I'm not particularly a hippy-dippy kind of guy. Forget the forehands and backhands—there's magic in the air. And I'll be content with my pick even if Federer blows Murray out, because sometimes you just need to go lunatic—to yield to the dream instead of the analysis, and to abandon that splintery raft of reality and take the plunge into a sea glittering with romantic possibility. It's so rare we get to pull for the miracle; this is one of those times.
Anyway, Henman Hill is already loaded up. This is when Wimbledon looks best, when that complex of buildings, all of them dark green, and many of them built of and on different planes, is enlaced by ribbons of striking color—all those spectators, covering the hill and filling the walkways and spaces between the pale green courts like so many jelly beans. But the Centre Court crowd and Henman Hillbillies won't be the only ones watching this match in live, or sort-of live, mode. The match will also be telecast in No. 2 Court, presumably on the large video scoreboards.
Also, the No. 1 Court ticket-holders prix fixe menu offers both boys' finals and a tasty invitational doubles featuring Martina Navratilova and Jana Novotna against Lindsay Davenport and Martina Hingis. Finally, it should be said that there is prominent rain in the forecast, for later this afternoon.