It didn’t take long for the Australian Open—the so-called Happy Slam—to go from carnival to carnage. Ana Ivanovic, the No. 5 seed in the women’s draw, was eliminated before most players had even started their tournament. And pretty much every day after that, someone else of significance was inspiring an “UPSET ALERT” post on Twitter. Gael Monfils’ act was cancelled by Jerzy Janowicz, while Maria Sharapova and Rafael Nadal barely got past the third day—so it wasn’t a great shock to the system when Roger Federer lost two days later. Petra Kvitova didn’t reach the second week, and even though Rafael Nadal did, his loss still felt like an early exit.
For all the chalk that advanced at the Aussie Open—seven of the top eight men’s seeds reached the quarterfinals—there is still a feeling of uncertainty to me. Even Serena Williams, the top women’s seed, has looked out of sorts in reaching the semifinals. (The cure, apparently? Having her sister lose before she takes the court.) But even though Tomas Berdych hasn’t dropped a set, Andy Murray looks reinvigorated, and Stan Wawrinka isn’t relinquishing his title without a fight, I’ve never had a doubt about Novak Djokovic’s place in the sport, right now and leading into the season’s first Grand Slam event.
Last year was one of change on the men’s side; some might even call it upheaval. The ruling class was tested like never before, but by the end of it all, it was still Djokovic’s year. Nadal was affected by injury, Wawrinka and Marin Cilic—the two surprise major champions—remained inconsistent, Murray’s form floundered, and Federer, despite winning the most matches on tour, couldn’t win the matches that mattered most. The one that mattered most of all, the Wimbledon final, was won by Djokovic. It was huge relief for the Serb, and a result that freed him from a paralyzing grip of doubt.