Nadal's Appeal Fading With Age
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Some of you may take this as yet another post having to do with the recent controversies in Madrid, but I tell you truthfully that I've been wanting to write about Rafael Nadal for some time now. More specifically, I've wanted to work through why I don't feel as sympathetic toward him as I once did. A thought that occurred to me a few days ago, during the height of the brouhaha over blue, probably holds to key to why my reaction to his opinions and complaints over the past 18 months or so has slowly but almost inexorably drifted away from the compassionate, toward the critical.
That I feel obliged to mull on this is already a bad sign, because it suggests that the neutrality with which someone in my shoes ought to approach his subjects has been compromised from the start. That's okay; we all know, or ought to know, that a journalist should never imagine himself objective, but he must always try to be fair. But also, my sympathy and skepticism are both emotional reactions rooted in care; I think differently, and more, about Rafa than I do about, say, Tomas Berdych or Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, about whom I think hardly at all until I must.