When Martina beat Venus 6-1 6-1 ...
.... I didn't whine about it. I didn't bitch about Martina's arrogance. I didn't start rumors out of jealousy.
When Venus clearly played well enough to win Wimbledon 99 and Steffi just HAD to play one of her best matches ever, I grit my teeth and took it.
When Monica beat Venus at OZ this year, I hated it. But I didn't start rumors Monica was on drugs.
And you what? I'm still glad I didn't. Rumor-mongering out of jealousy is... hmmm how to put it? Let's be gentle. It's a sign of poor breeding. My mother would be ashamed if I did anything like that. Besides, other than seeing Venus lose, which makes me physically ill, tennis is great for me to watch. I enjoyed the Berlin final quite thoroughly. Serena's nice, but she ain't Venus and Justine took it to her that day. And of course, Berlin made the Rome final all the sweeter.
I even, (I really shouldn't admit this) enjoy the presence of most of Venus and Serena's detractors. Knowing every Williams win drives them deeper into their holes IS a perverse pleasure. Venus, I suspect, would not approve. At least she wouldn't admit it. But I get twice the pleasure out of every win. Because before virtually every match Venus or Serena plays, someone posts praying they'll lose. So I get to enjoy the win, and the suffering of the detractors.
Proud to be an American
Not blind. Not uninformed. We are party to atrocities. But the response of the world after 9/11 is worth noting. Even our most dire enemies offered aid. We should all be so lucky.