By Pete Bodo

Mornin', everyone.  I've had a pretty tough week all around, and later this afternoon I have to skip out and get down to Washington D.C. for a thoroughly unexpected memorial service for my great, late friend, Jim Range. I don't want to take up too much of your time with this, with the tennis commencing soon, but Jim's mission in life was to bring together all stakeholders to help protect our wildlife and natural resources in a sensible way. Consensus and negotiation are coin of the realm in a true Democracy, and Jim worked tirelessly (mostly through the Theodore Roosevelt Conservation Partnership) to bring together everyone who, in his or her own way, cared about our outdoor heritage, wild places, and wildlife.

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Vera

Vera

Now, back to the tennis. Serena Williams dodged a bullet last night, thereby pulled the rug out from under what might have been an extraordinary if fundamentally strange story - the utter (and, one hopes, temporary) collapse of the WTA pecking order. Think about this: when was the last time that both the no. 1 and no. 2 women's seeds in a Grand Slam event failed to make the quarterfinals?  Thankfully, we don't have that story to write, because Victoria Azarenka was unable to complete the upset she embarked upon. No disrespect toward Serena, but she and Jelena Jankovic, the ousted no. 1 seed, have played singularly uninspired tennis in the year's first Grand Slam.

If Serena finds her game and goes on to win the tournament - and who's crazy enough to discount the possibility? - in a few months time the events that have transpired so far in Melbourne will seem less noteworthy. But that's a big "if", and it hardly changes the on-the-ground truth, which is that the top women simply have not come to play in Melbourne. Last week, I suggested that the searing heat may have had an inhibiting influence on the women, psychologically as well as physically. That may be true, but it isn't like respites from the intense heat (in the form of better weather or more favorable match scheduling) have enabled the top women to overcome their reluctance to fling themselves into the fray. This is a tournament that, despite the charming and even moving narratives churned out by Jelena Dokic, Mario Bartoli and Carla Suarez Navarro, has gone terribly wrong.

Hey, if the top players are going to step back instead of up, somebody's going to write the script. And, as I wrote the other day, the two most likely somebodies to benefit from this will be Dinara Safina and Elena Dementieva. In a weird way, that would be a face-saving tribute to the women's game, because only a nincompoop would suggest that either of those women is somehow undeserving of a major title, or a place in the Australian Open final - even with all their rivals running on all cylinders. It's just that nobody could have predicted that they would arrive there (if indeed that's their destination) via wins over, oh, Dokic and Suarez Navarro. Where have the usual suspects gone?

At another level, this analysis is impertinent - I'll be the first to admit that. After all, why should the Australian Open be considered less of a tournament because the usual suspects failed to fulfill the predictions of the pundits, or live up to their seedings and rankings? Isn't it a more exciting tournament when the form chart collapses? Yes and no. Sure, it's exciting to see new faces, or even familiar faces, break through to territories they've seldom visited. But tennis is a hierarchy-based sport that relies heavily on context, which is the established order represented by the seedings and rankings. Once they lose significance, or are shown to be mere formalities, our regard for the results tends to diminish and we wonder: Good for so-and-so, but what does it all mean?

Let's say Suarez Navarro beats Vera Zvonareva in the final. It would truly be a shocker - in fact, it would probably generate far more headlines and hype than a win by Dementieva over Safina. But it's safe to say that neither Suarez Navarro (nor Zvonareva, in the event she wins the tournament) is going to be hailed as the second coming of Justine Henin, and equally unlikely that either of them (although Zvonareva has a much better chance in this regard) is going to be a major, consistent force in the women's game. In other words, if the WTA heirarcy continues to collapse, you're going to end up with what you had on the ATP side in 2002. Go ahead, name the 2002 champ.

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Bartoli

Bartoli

Okay, it was Thomas Johansson. And while I wouldn't want to deny TJ his moment of glory, or discredit his performance, the nature of tennis is such that his win in Melbourne is neither memorialized nor emblazoned in anyone's memory. It was one of those things that happens, once in a while, to remind us that when you throw 128 competitors together over a two week period, almost anything can happen - although usually it doesn't. Usually, the heirarchy (or form) that puts great upsets and battles into a context prevails. In other words, we like to say that anything can happen on a given day in tennis, but when too many anythings happen, on too many given days, we're tempted to wonder what all - or any - of it really means.

Some people reflexively are anti-favorite. I had an epiphany of sorts when I was chatting about this subject with Chris Evert one day long ago, and she told me that she always roots for favorites. Her rationale? Having been a favorite for so long, she knew better than anyone just how much pressure the choice role entailed, and how tough it is to keep justifying your status. But more important, without favorites there are no underdogs. You want a good story for the Australian? It isn't Bartoli over Suarez Navarro - it's Bartoli over. . . Serena Williams.

So what's largely happened these past eight days is that some of the women entrusted with maintaining a context for the game have gone AWOL. They've basically said, To hail with this, we don't need this kind of pressure. Curiously, the ATP men were in a similar situation on the eve of the tournament, with most of the interest settled on the Big Four: Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer, Novak Djokovic, and Andy Murray (as opposed to Jelena Jankovic, Serena Williams, Ana Ivanovic and, potentially, Maria Sharapova). And just like the women have Safina and Dementieva, the men have Andy Roddick and Jo-Wilfried Tsonga (with Gilles Simon once again trying to insert himself in the conversation), drumming their fingers just offstage.

But the men have maintained a context - the matches that have been surprising have been so in a good way. We may still see someone from outside the Big Four take the men's event, but it won't be because the top men have clearly underperformed, suffered inexplicable losses, or failed to live up to their rankings. If a Tsonga, Roddick or even Simon wins the men's event, it will be considered a great feat accomplished under the most demanding of conditions and therefore immune to complaints, or damnation by faint praise: They say anything can happen -  and it just did!

But you know what they say: every disaster is also an opportunity - let's see what the women can make of theirs.