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The first Masters Series event of the season is in the books and the new year is under way in earnest. What have we learned from our week in Indian Wells?

Rafael Nadal ain’t over

Just when I was ready to give up on Nadal—I picked him to lose to Mikhail Youzhny in this tournament—he goes and reminds us all of how he’s won so many matches and held the No. 2 ranking longer than any other man. While he didn’t get revenge over any of his recent tormentors—James Blake, Tomas Berdych, and Youzhny all lost before Rafa could get a shot at them—judging by his form in the semifinals and final, he would have stood a better than even chance against all of them.

Nadal went back to his old service motion after struggling with his delivery in his first-round. He only gained confidence from there. His two sets against Andy Roddick in the semifinals and first set against Novak Djokovic in the final may have been the best winning tennis he’s played since beating Marcos Baghdatis in the Wimbledon semis in 2006. Nadal’s forehand was sharp, and the slow courts gave him to run around and hit it pretty much whenever he wanted.

Against Roddick, Nadal flattened out his forehand to take the initiative away from the American. A signal of his assertiveness came early, when Roddick kicked a serve wide and Nadal drilled it up the line for a winner, a shot he rarely tries on the first ball in a rally. That kind of play continued all the way through a brilliant first set against Djokovic. But it was in the second set of the final that Nadal showed off his best weapon: his refusal to cave.

Serving at 0-1, with Djokovic loosened up and beginning to get control of the baseline, Nadal had to fight off multiple break points. To any veteran tennis watcher, this game screamed momentum swing. I felt like even most pros in Nadal’s shoes would have panicked or gotten down on themselves and lost serve. Not Nadal. He stayed with it, eventually held, and fought off what had seemed an inevitable turn in the tide. ESPN’s Darren Cahill recognized the importance right away, exclaiming “What a hold by Nadal!” even though it only made the score 1-1. More than his serve or forehand, it’s those kinds of moments and that kind of mental fortitude that has put Nadal at No. 2 in the world.

The hot (male) shots are progressing fast

After the Australian Open, I speculated that Andy Murray had moved ahead of Djokovic in the Most Likely to Succeed Department with his near-takedown of Nadal in Melbourne. Now where do we stand? Djoko beat Murray easily in the semis. The Scot was tired and perhaps injured, but I was disappointed that he didn’t put himself on the line emotionally in this match. He seemed content to excuse himself and take an easy loss. Murray’s previous match, with Tommy Haas, was just plain confusing. By the end, after the injuries and timeouts and emergency treatments, I wasn’t sure either of them wanted to win. Then Murray suddenly took charge of the points with his forehand at the very end of the third-set tiebreaker. It’s something he could have done much earlier.

As for Djokovic, this was a breakthrough; he didn’t lose a set until the final, and he fought his way past his obvious nerves to give Nadal a run. He showed off a complete game in the process. Does Djokovic have any weaknesses? His volleys were exposed as a liability against Nadal (I had thought they were stronger), his first serve is not a monster yet (though his kick is already one of the best around), and, like David Nalbandian, Djokovic has a tendency to flub a few more routine ground strokes than you think he would. Otherwise, we saw a guy this week deservedly take his place on the proverbial radar screen (and break into the Top 10). I’d put him neck and neck with Murray as they round the first career turn.

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Daniela Hantuchova ain’t over (for this week, at least)

What should we make of Hantuchova’s surprise title? It was a pleasant run, of course—despite her array of nerve-wracking between-point tics, Hantuchova is a smooth-stroking antidote to the Sharapovettes of the world. She won this tournament in 2002, and we thought we had a new star and Slam winner. Then she didn’t win anything else. But she never stopped working; one thing you can count on seeing in the early days of a tennis event is Hantuchova diligently practicing. Still, in a few of her matches, she didn’t look all that different from the overanxious, emotionally-at-sea player she has always been. Hantuchova tried her best to choke against Shahar Peer but was outdone in a third-set tiebreaker. Let’s not make the same mistake we did in 2002 and get our hopes up about her just yet.

Andy Roddick: Too respectful?

I know this is a strange question to ask about the always-confrontational Roddick, but I thought he showed too much deference, and not enough fire, against Nadal. The Spaniard, like Roger Federer, is the only player in the world to establish himself as a higher-ranked player than Roddick. And as he does against Federer, Roddick refused to try to intimidate Nadal or get in his head. The latter is not an easy thing to do, of course; Nadal barely acknowledges the existence of his opponents. Roddick might be better off adopting Nadal's attitude and using the same approach—fired-up, ready for a fight—against every opponent.

Lucie Safarova Has a U.S. Fan Base!

I spent a few days with the cheerfully cynical tennis press in Indian Wells last week. What struck me more than anything was the enthusiasm of a few crusty pressmen for the Czech youngster and relative no-name Lucie Safarova. It wasn’t her play they were interested in; it was her butt. So much so that they gave her a nickname that I can’t repeat in this family-oriented blog. I was lucky enough to overhear one of these reporters, on his way to the interview room for a Safarova press conference, inform his colleague of the question he wanted to ask Lucie more than any other: “Can you stand up and turn around?”

Driving is Fun

This is not something that most of you would say. But most of you don’t live in New York. One simple, reliable highlight of every trip is getting a rental car. After all, I’m never anywhere long enough to come down with road rage or have to get the oil changed. Driving to the airport on my last day in Palm Springs, the sun was bright, the air were clear, and even the awful, inevitable songs on the radio (why, exactly, are we still hearing “Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl” every single day?) sounded just right. I was tempted to drive right by the airport and see what happened with the rest of my life. But I didn’t. I cursed myself two days later in Brooklyn as I walked to work in a massive hail storm. Ah well, it’s only 360 or so days until Indian Wells 2008.

Unfortunately, I won’t be getting any Miami sun this coming week. I’m not going to Key Biscayne this year. If anyone is, and wants to do some writing about it, send me an email by clicking on “Contact” above. I’ll be doing a bracket breakdown later this week.