Recap Time

As we barrel into the weekend, it's time to sum up what's happened in the past few days. And so, without furtha ado:

1. Andy Murray is a Man-God/Andy Murray is a miserable putz

After Andy's big win over Gasquet, UK journo Sue Mott was practically having an Andy-gasm--and slinging big dissage in the direction of poor Tim Henman, who just never did it for here. Too bad "Muscles" Murray got his clock cleaned in the qaurters against Rafa "Mine Are Bigger" Nadal. Straights! Ouch!!! In a span of just a few days, Murray goes from flexing to sulking.

2. Fed, what more can you say? Maybe a thing or two...

Looks like the Man is back. He clobbered Mario Ancic and barely broke a sweat in the process. However, he does have to face Safin now, and as I wrote several years ago in a story for the New York Observer, Fed-Safin matchup tend to have an epic, Old World flavor to them, like a pair of duelists meeting their natural fate. Apart from Nadal, Safin's brutal pace is the only thing that's given Fed trouble in Slams in the past 4-5 years. Doesn't bode well for a easy semi for Rodge.

3. Meanwhile, on Rafa's side of the draw

The way Nadal is pounding all challengers, he looks to have by far the easier semi. Arnaud Clement or Rainer Schuettler... I mean, c'mon.

4. The women

Um, let's just call it a Williams sisters final and be thankful. Maybe the winner should get to be Number One in the world for a while, just...JUST BECAUSE!!!

5. The turf

Sad to see the grass playing so slowly that both the S&Vers, Ancic and Lopez, got their heads handed to them in the quarters.

6. The commentary

Everyone got it up for the Murray match against Gasquet, but overall it's felt kinda sleepy to me. Sort of a victory procession for either Nadal or Fed. Let's be grateful for Safin's interloping, to provide the spritz of color that the commentariat is failing to provide.

7. The scheduling

On TV, that is. I can't figure it out, among NBC, ESPN2, and The Tennis Channel. I still don't think I've been able to capture a full match, from beginning to end.

Lucky 7. OK, I'll end here.