Until this tournament, I never fully realized how much Nadal means to tennis. I knew he was a great player, obviously. But I’m a goner for Federer, and Nadal has often felt to me like an infuriating obstacle, a berserk dervish with the demonic power to out-frenzy Roger’s grace and lucidity. His tennis was a bludgeoning adrenaline rush, a Ramones song that lasted four hours.
…What I realized during this Australian Open is that Nadal sets the tone for this state of affairs more than anyone else, certainly more than Federer. Roger is so cool and frictionless that, most of the time, he seems less like a prism of epic intensity than a dispassionate analyst of it. Djokovic, since his ascent, has been so much better than everyone else that he’s largely been able to act like a careful clinician, the administrator of his own talent. And Murray has lost to the other guys so often that his anger and frustration seem basically inconsequential. In other words, the game may be epic for the fans, but you won’t always catch that ground note of holy-shit intensity if you only watch the other three players. Left to themselves, they don’t exactly project deep contact with the secret fires of time.
Nadal, though? He plays like he’s fighting giants. It’s not just the sneer, or the muscles, or the hair, or that forehand — you know, the one where he swoops the racket all the way around his head like he’s whipping the team pulling his chariot. It’s also that frantic tenacity that used to drive me so nuts… When Nadal falls behind, he turns the match into life and death. He gets mad. He hesitates less. He hits the ball harder. He doesn’t look sad or scared. He looks defiant, and he plays like he’s possessed.
As a result, he carries matches to a higher plane than they have any business reaching. Djokovic could and should have won the Australian final in four sets, but Nadal refused to surrender, played lethal tennis, and took Djokovic to a place he’d never been. Instead of notching a routine victory, Djokovic had to tap into the same well of inspiration that Nadal was already drawing from. You could say that all these guys have learned what it means to fight on the plains of Troy because Nadal does it in every match. And we see him do it, so we know what it means, too.
" Nadal vs. Djokovic: Here We Are Again, My Friend The epic warfare of tennis’ big three by Brian Phillips(Source: federerroger)

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Djokster of the Day: Novak Djokovic arrives at press conference dressed as Maria Sharapova.
Gender bendilarity ensues.
[itnx.]
Earlier: Djokovic “pranks” a reporter by hitting him in the nuts.
I’m crying. omg.
It’s quite sad to see so many Novak fans rubbing it in Rafa fans’ faces that he lost today. Rafa was outplayed, he said so himself. This is only Novak’s first Wimbledon, Rafa already has two (as well as his eight other Slam titles) so it’s quite short sighted to be mocking Rafa’s loss especially when he has so many tournaments ahead of him. To make your behaviour worse, they’re friends. They aren’t the happiest when they lose- obviously- but they at least respect the other. Do the same.
Legit one of the most hilarious and precious things I’ve ever seen.
World No. 1 and 2 (respectively) Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic trying to play doubles tennis.
YES.
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What Tennis Players do When It Rains at Wimbledon
I’m laughing so hard at Nole.

Tennis Player Novak Djokovic Photographed for the June Issue of Vogue by Norman Jean Roy
oh.
can I just.
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THEY’RE PLAYING SHEWOLF AT THE MADRID MASTERS.
