Joella and I wrap up our discussion of Roger Federer today. You can find Part 1 here; Part II here; and Part III here.
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Joella,
By now it's hard for many of us to remember that Federer was once a long-haired enthusiast of heavy metal and pro wrestling, an adolescent who apparently had little patience for schoolwork and drove his sister nuts on a regular basis (he wouldn’t be the first brother to do that, of course). You say that you wish the press kept his early struggles with focus and discipline in mind more, and that would certainly paint a fuller picture of him. But as a member of that press, I can say that I have to stretch to think of Federer as anything other than a well-coiffed winner. He’s enjoyed a decade of minimal catastrophe; no important events missed due to injury, no early-round losses at the majors, a Slam title every year except 2011, 270-some weeks at No. 1, a wife and two daughters, and seemingly no dimunition in his desire to play tennis. That doesn’t lend itself to a narrative of struggle, the way, say Rafa’s on-going war with his knees and periodic lapses in confidence do.
Federer, this year especially, has shown that he can make a stirring comeback, but he’s also come out on the losing end of a few of his high-profile epic battles, including four of the best matches of the last decade (Wimbledon 2008, Rome 2006, and Melbourne 2009 against Nadal; Melbourne semis 2005 against Safin). Narrative-wise, he’s the graceful, effortless winner, not the the warrior or the gritty guy who triumphs over long odds. You’re right that that doesn’t tell his whole story, but narratives are like that; they’re one story. Nadal is known as a ball-bludgeoning warrior, but he doesn’t get enough credit for his tactical intelligence or all-around tennis skill. Maybe Federer has transformed and re-packaged himself a little too well—I hope his ultimate legacy isn’t that RF logo. He might want to consider taking up grunting in his remaining years on tour. Nothing says “warrior” like a good battle yawp.
For me, I look forward to enjoying Federer’s play for many years after he retires. I haven’t been his biggest fan, but I wasn’t Pete Sampras’s either, and now I love to watch Pistol Pete in old clips. I can appreciate how he moved and hit the ball more now that he isn’t dominating the sport, I guess. Federer and his game will never go out of style; it will be a long time before anyone supersedes him as the sport's gold standard.
If we want to think of Federer as an example of something more generally, I'd say he shows what pure enjoyment of something—in this case, his sport, his work, his own game—can bring. Unlike many other past champs, Federer never seems to see tennis as a chore or the tour as a grind, and while he has trouble accepting defeat, I've never seen him become impatient with the obligations that come with his position. I remember, soon after he won his first Wimbledon, hearing him discuss all of the attention that was suddenly focused on him. Many young athletes are freaked out by this. Federer, though, talked about how much satisfaction he got from signing autographs for people. That's pride—the good kind of pride.