(Kinda) Church on Sunday: Center Court, Wimbledon
You can bet your life that most Serbians were deep in prayer this Sunday–in front of the television, watching Novak Djokovic BEAT (!) Rafael Nadal for the Wimbledon men’s final.
I had grand plans to watch the match near the big tennis center by Sky Fitness, but we got caught in the awful mess that is the summertime Hungarian-Serbian border. I got back just in time to see sweet victory handed to a number-one Serbian son.
It’s hard to express how happy I am about this result. Not only is it well-deserved in my totally biased opinion, it means good things for Serbia. As Chelsea Handler’s recent comments attest, there is a fundamental and deep ignorance about this country. Whether it’s the lack of attention given to Eastern Europe in textbooks, the myopic viewpoint of the West (not just the U.S.), most people associate Serbia with war. I don’t think people should forget about the Balkan wars; it just shouldn’t be the only thing they know about the region. Now, when I tell people I live in Serbia, instead of the somber, “what’s it like?” I might be asked, “how’s your tennis game?”
Not as good as his. Or Ivanovic, Tipsarević, or most elementary school team players. But I digress.
A hearty congratulations to Serbia and Djokovic. Ladies, he’s single, so feel free to come to Serbia and get to know the man and the country. As far as I can tell, his only flaw is that he has a poodle instead of a French Bulldog. I guess no one’s perfect.