Oh the horror, the horror! For Maria, the recurring nightmare has yet to end. Problem is, it’s real. It’s not a dream. It’s a wakened-state nightmare.
The horror of it all! And yet, yet she returns for more. I swear, at times it almost seems masochistic.
For the umpteenth time, (12 in a row to be precise), Serena Williams befuddled, battered, bludgeoned, bested, belittled, bombed…tricked, trounced, trumped, trampled…stupefied, stomped and subjugated Maria Sharapova again in the finals of a tournament of significance, Madrid.
How is that possible? Sharapova beats everybody else. Why can’t she beat Serena? After all, it’s been nine long years since her win over Serena in the 2004 Wimbledon final.
Well, you see, that’s the problem. She shouldn’t have done it. She messed up big time by upstaging “The Queen” for her first grand slam win and winning the hearts of commentators (one in particular who shall remain nameless), pundits and Americans…
Maria Sharapova, a 17 year-old Russian, became the tall, blond, blue-eyed darling of Serena’s own countrymen despite the fact that Serena was bringing slams and glory to those same Americans who suddenly so avidly embraced the Russian girl.
“Behold, A Female Savior Has Arrived!”
That might as well have been a headline considering the media frenzy following that 2004 Wimbledon. Sharapova was placed on a porcelain pedestal. She was projected to be the next greatest player of all time. She garnered instant commercial success and a cult following.
Teenaged boys swooned over her…uh huh…swooned. Ball boys at her matches were equipped with drool cups attached under their chins.
Okay, that’s maybe a bit exaggerated, but for sure, they became somewhat inept at their ball gathering duties. The poor lads were reduced to raging-hormone enraptured oafs. The doe-eyed bumblers were tripping over their own feet, tossing balls in the wrong direction with impaired aim, all kinds of dumb stuff that smitten teenaged boys do when in the presence of their idea of a goddess.
And toweling off? Don’t even mention it. There wasn’t a ball boy alive at a Sharapova match who didn’t want to get his paws on Maria’s towel after she’d toweled off.
Every company imaginable sought Sharapova’s endorsement services. She could literally pick and choose while naming her own price.
With only one slam victory coupled with very astutely planned promotion, Sharapova became a global sensation.
America just couldn’t get enough Maria. While men salivated over her, women hated but all wanted to look like her.
And this, all of this was done under the watchful eye, or should I say piercing glare of Serena Williams, the American champion who somehow didn’t measure up to this newly created living legend.
Oh man…there was going to be a hefty toll to pay!
“Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.”
I’m convinced that is how Serena felt, like a scorned woman and she’s spent the last nine years purging.
Maria Sharapova has been Serena’s favorite “purgee.” Regardless of how poorly Serena may be playing, when she gets to Sharapova, a magical transformation occurs.
She whips out her “A” game and commences to administering a hefty dose of “whup ass.”
Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to say Serena hates Maria. Hate is too strong of a word. But I’ll confidently say she has a “rabid disdain” for her.
What? Rabid disdain isn’t as heavy as hate.
It’s the 04 Wimbledon loss and all the hype that’s followed Maria since that fateful day that fuels Serena’s competitive drive when it comes to playing Sharapova.
Serena holds a grudge. She’s held a nine-year-long one against Sharapova.
Just pay attention to the glares from Serena towards Maria the next time they meet.
If looks could kill…
Need I say more?
I think not