Women Of The Year Section
The first time we heard about Maria Sharapova, 17 and straight outta Siberia, we thought: Nyet again
. We'd been suckered by this package before: Russian, tennis, teenage, blond, beautiful. Then we saw Maria play. Nuclear serve, ballistic ground strokes, razor finesse, jugular instinct-more Navratilova than Kournikova. She rolled into Wimbledon, waxed the previously unwaxable Serena Williams, and the aftershock was bigger than Sputnik.
Madison Avenue swooned. Leno Leno'd her. Today Today'd her. She freaked when Stella McCartney sent her a note and free sunglasses(free sunglasses!). "Overnight I became this huge deal," Sharapova recalls. But she earned it.
We've all gotten a little twisted lately about female athletes, rewarding ones who look like catwalk models before they accomplish anything. This year Sharapova set our priorities straight. Her talent was so precocious and ferocious it almost obfuscated her beauty.
We said almost. "If the guys think I'm cute, there's nothing wrong with that," Sharapova says. But the truth is, Maria Sharapova is determined to be the best woman tennis player in the world, and free sunglasses or not, she would rather impress guys at the workplace.
Asked if she'd want to play some male players on the tour, Sharapova shoots back: "Oh yeah! I'd love to kick their ass. They always think they're so over-the-top. I'd love to put them back on earth." Consider us grounded.
Just a question:
If she can barely beat an injured Serena then what makes her think she can beat a male pro? Even Serena cannot beat a male pro.