A Story About Juan Martin Del Potro
Posted on October 7, 2009
Filed Under Tennis
August 12th, 2009 was a bright, sunny Wednesday morning in Montreal. Since I worked at the Rogers Cup, I had admission to the grounds and had specifically asked for the day off so I would be able to go see all the players’ practices. It was really a loaded schedule with the finest players in action all the way through the day.
At 11 that morning, a pal and I headed over to Court four where the world’s No.1, Roger Federer, was set to get there at within a half hour. Already filled with roughly a few hundred people, there was hardly any room to move.
As the time neared, the place was packed with people who eagerly waited to get a glimpse of the best to ever play the game. With the sun soaring at 95 levels fahrenheit, we watched him loosen up and start hitting balls. To be frank, it was somewhat ordinary and was scheduled to go on for 2 hours.
So, slowly, we squeeze out of the crowd and come to an open space. I glance up at Court 4 on the opposite side to see a tall, skinny player dressed in a pink Nike T-shirt and white shorts pounding a few balls. I look closer and indeed realized it was Juan Martin Del Potro.
As he arrived at the exit gate, there happened to be 6 fans waiting for him to earn his autograph and he did sign. As he wrote on my picture and proceeded to my pal, I told him “I wish you the best of luck in your competition later.”
He turned around and had a big grin on his face and claimed “Thank you so very much for your support.” He seemed to be very happy about what I had said to him.
As he won yesterday, the irony of this scenario just entered my thoughts. The fact that essentially not a soul was at hand to watch him and Federer had a ton of supporters. Occasionally, it is easier to be left alone than to be persistently followed.
Del Potro played a tremendous game this week and is completely worthy of his grand slam win. Vamos!

