Autumn in New York.

No this is not the one starring Gere and Ryder. But first apologies!!! I know its been a long time since I wrote anything here(not even comments). Doing the job of a faithful sleeping partner. After a gruelling bout of smiling depression and viral infection, i'm back to haunt this blog. Yesterday I was provided the oppurtunity of watching the quaterfinal match between Agassi and Federer. Not even the whole match. Just the last two sets. Federer was already leading 2 sets to 1. The match had been postponed to yesterday due to rains the day before. Wow.. what a game it turned out to be... Not that those two produced a great sensational match with Federer's fiery backhand passes. But the heavy wind blowing made it a match to remember. Its the kind of wind where if you had a newspaper in a park, you would have created a show trying to flip the pages or if you had an umbrella it would bend as though somebody put a mysterious charm on it. The whole match rode on a spate of unforced errors and double faults. The balls themselves found their way to the ball boys after the points. Federer twice did not serve because the ball who threw up for serving went somewhere else. And everytime he was in the direction of wind, Agassi's return would dip as it was against the wind. Sometimes it turned viciously. Every extravagant lobs found their way into the court and every perfect drop shots found the net. And making it more tougher was wind blowed in gusts. In the middle of the play it would suddenly start making it even more funnier. At one point it looked like the slow mo matrix stunt. Federer in particular appeared to be in sea with the havoc played by the wind. He tried to change his game by coming to the net at every point. But then Agassi doesn't get kinder to you at the net. So I guess, he switched back to baseline. And there were so many potholes in clouds(exactly like blore roads :) ) that the sunlight appeared as though there was a prison light thats searching for escaped prisoners. Anyway, laughed the whole way during those amazing 18 games. I guess the only folks who wouldn't think it was funny were probably playing for a place in the semifinal. I was sure that Agassi would wrap the match. Surely after winning the 4th set. And he was doing comfortably well in the final set. But then inexplicably he lost two points courtesy winds of New York. And that was good enough for the Wimbledon king to reign over Agassi. Now, you know the stuff champions are made of.