BlackMan Time

I am in mourning. I am grieving the loss of Serena Williams in the women’s finals of the Wimbledon tennis championship, yesterday.

Serena was playing to win the title for the third consecutive year and was battling against the tall, blonde and beautiful 17 year old media babe Maria Sharapova. But it seems that whatever bed Serena got out of in the morning, she must not have had a good night’s sleep. She lost in straight sets in one of the most disappointing and unsatisfying matches I have ever seen her play.

Full credit, I suppose, has to go to Maria who looked like she was hardly trying but on whose face determination was etched for every point.

It seemed that not even the memory of the death of her sister last year, nor the fact that previous to this match she had only dropped one set, was sufficient motivation for Serena to go out there and give it her all and play as if her life depended on it. But then, why should she? It’s only a tennis game, right? And after all she’d just come through injury and an 8-month long lay off.

Nevertheless everyone expected Serena to win and her loss made it all the more remarkable for her opponent whose victory is now being heralded as “amazing” and “incomprehensible”.

Maybe there were sufficient cobwebs still on Serena enough to subdue her. Either way we can’t wait to see her back on winning form. When she and her sister Venus dominate the women’s tennis game, it is good. It is a source of immense pride (not to mention pleasure) when Black women are on top. Trust me when I say that!

Besides, I really can’t stand this mourning business for too long…